I wrote this song...

[Maggie-Miau]

...and decided to share it outside my blob of close friends. It's a few months old, now, but remains the first thing (as far as poetry) I've written in a long time. Don't actually have a reason for posting it, especially considering it's probably cringe-worthy having only been edited twice. *Shudders*
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~ One Day ~

 

Oh, you who weep for a past full of dreams,

watching your young love grow old;

days drag on, wretched, made slow by your pain, but

even so, there's a faith you can win.

Sleep, though dark storm clouds blanket the moon,

rest while cold rain beats the window.

Thunder might shake you, trapped deep in your bones, but

even so, you will come to no harm.

 

One day, one day, your woes will all fade;

lift up your eyes to this small, feathered hope.

One day, your grief will melt in the air:

suffer to cry for now without shame.

Offer your tears to the One Who will keep them,

Who knows you and won't let you go.
Hold fast to courage; there's a light on the water,

and it's a good light that ever will glow.

 

Oh, you who weep for old pleasures fled,

lost in a world of regrets and despair.

Peace can be fickle, and joy can be vain, but

even so, there are things that remain.

You stumble blindly through shards of stained glass,

heartsick from a lifetime of unending care.

Your feet bleed rivers, your body is spent, but

even so, your spirit goes on.

 

One day, one day, your woes will all fade;

lift up your eyes to this small, feathered hope.

One day, your grief will melt in the air:
suffer to cry for now without shame.
Offer your tears to the One Who will keep them,
Who knows you and won't let you go.

Hold fast to courage; there's a light on the water,

and it's a good light that ever will glow.

 

Oh, you who weep for a corrupted embrace,

clear vision tainted by thick crimson mist.

Poor innocence, it never was meant to last, but

even so, there's a little bit left.

There is a pathway that's guarded by giants,

stretching narrow and steep across a bleak land.

All the flowers are dead, no birds can sing there, but

even so, paradise waits at the end.

 

Sorrow will pass as a harsh winter snow,

as famine-swept fields or fire on a green meadow.

Take heart, take heart, for ghosts linger long, but

in time, they'll grow kinder, and

one day, will be gone.

 

One day, one day, your woes will all fade;

lift up your eyes to this small, feathered hope.

One day, your grief will melt in the air:

suffer to cry for now without shame.

Offer your tears to the One Who will keep them,

Who knows you and won't let you go.

Hold fast to courage, there's a light on the water

and it's a good light that ever will glow.

 

And it's a good light

that ever will glow.

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If parts of this sound familiar, ("Oh you who weep for a past full of dreams", "grief...melt in the air", "offer your tears...") that's because they come from the character Aramis in Alexandre Dumas' "The Three Musketeers"...for some reason, I decided to have a go at expanding it, and this was the result. I think the original intention was to use it in a fanfiction, but haven't actually got around to it yet.