O star...
How you mock me.
Away from earthly oppressions.
Safe, is thee,
Hung home in heaven.
I envy your distance,
From this place we call earth.
You feel no resistance,
No pain, and no hurt.
For your father, an immortal,
And your mother owns all.
You feel no torture,
Only wished upon when you fall.
O star,
How you mock me.
How dost thee shine so bright?
And if thou art blue,
You still emulate light.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
O star...
How you mock me.
Away from earthly oppressions.
Safe, is thee,
Hung home in heaven.
I envy your distance,
From this place we call earth.
You feel no resistance,
No pain, and no hurt.
For your father, an immortal,
And your mother owns all.
You feel no torture,
Only wished upon when you fall.
O star,
How you mock me.
How dost thee shine so bright?
And if thou art blue,
You still emulate light.
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