When a warrior says farewell,

“I’ll be gone a little while,

May not come at all,

We’ll see.

Wait for me.”

We wait.

And wait.

We cry in silence as the stars reflect our

Coldness and our distance...

And trumpets blare onto our stage

The pace quickens,

The warrior charges,

The strings come back full force

And weave a softer melody for us to follow.

Follow the stars to the future,

And to living instead of mere life.

Make them understand.

We demand,

Instead of staying and dying alone,

Going with them,

And being alive.

And although they may claim

To be in the right,

We know what is deep in their hearts...

They do not want to leave,

And don’t want us to see,

So they break us to keep us alive.

Foolhardy with love,

These warriors stand

To their hardiest battle on earth:

That of telling the one they love most in the world

That they’re leaving, and may not return.