This is actually a song but I can't sing or play an instrument, so it'll remain a poem.
Mother said to daughter, “I think it must be time” Daughter replied, “only for yours and mine” A shotgun in the distance Set the tempo for the race Footsteps, breaking branches “Mother, please pick up the pace” No water in the river No places left to hide The women clutched each other “I’ll see you on the other side”
We are nothing in this blackness The light is yours to deal with
Ghosts yelling out their praises Men stampeding through the pines Guns drawn and smiles twisted Only darkness in their minds Matching all the forests' shadow Cutting all our peace to pieces Eyes empty and mouths hollow With a single shot, it ceases
To die at your hand, nothing quite so grand Souls untied like balloon strings Floating up to greet the great king
Mother said to daughter,
“I think it must be time”
Daughter replied,
“only for yours and mine”
A shotgun in the distance
Set the tempo for the race
Footsteps, breaking branches
“Mother, please pick up the pace”
No water in the river
No places left to hide
The women clutched each other
“I’ll see you on the other side”
We are nothing in this blackness
The light is yours to deal with
Ghosts yelling out their praises
Men stampeding through the pines
Guns drawn and smiles twisted
Only darkness in their minds
Matching all the forests' shadow
Cutting all our peace to pieces
Eyes empty and mouths hollow
With a single shot, it ceases
To die at your hand, nothing quite so grand
Souls untied like balloon strings
Floating up to greet the great king