Can I offer you all the stars and skies
Or give to you anything on that scale
What if I could catch for you the sunrise
To do so we must both form our own trail
We must go against the ways of the wise
Together, through all, our will to prevail
Also, all of the others would advise
That anything may kill and make us wail
Then all the chaos will make us capsize
But we both can always run, raise the sail
And against monstrous waves we shall arise
Writing and crafting our own epic tale
It feels as though we must cut all our ties
Let’s just step back and both deeply exhale
A journey filled with misery, demise
Our ending covered with a hazy veil
Everything is more clear though, with your eyes
But one question, what if I were to fail
No, your beauty, is my own coat of mail
About the Creator
Andrew Schrader
Writer/Photographer
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