It Was So

Not until the world grew cold
Did we
Claim the sun and moon as our own

Not until the light was shown
Did we
Take the fight to all the unknown

Do we remember

The countless hours
Upon the grindstone
Making things so difficult
Unable to identify with our dreams.

Could we forget 

The amount of lies
We told ourselves without order,
to keep ourselves wanting more
Under the shelter of our insecurities

Can we see

The beautiful aftermath,
of all the damage we suffered
Molding us into the beings
We once wished we could be

Can we believe

That every opportunity given
Can be seized or freed
Shaping our constitution
Into our "wants" and "needs"

Can we
Could we
Do we

It has been so...