So Lord Solaris, said my battle knight teacher,
what have you brought in for show and tell
I walked to the front of the class
with my bag heavy in my hand
lifting it up I put it on her desk
by her sweet command
I put a red apple on her desk
I wonder if they will guess
guess what I brought for show and tell
reaching into my black bag
I pull out my tears and sufferings
and the broken dreams of millions
I told them of the hurt and pain
all about the broken hearts
told the class that humans die
and that most do bitterly cry
told them how many times I died
and they all clapped to my surprise
I don't think they understood it nearly kills me
all that I accomplished did not fulfill me
then I reached deep into my bag
and with my right hand pulled out the Earth
then with tears in my eyes
I told them that this was the place of my birth
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
So Lord Solaris, said my battle knight teacher,
what have you brought in for show and tell
I walked to the front of the class
with my bag heavy in my hand
lifting it up I put it on her desk
by her sweet command
I put a red apple on her desk
I wonder if they will guess
guess what I brought for show and tell
reaching into my black bag
I pull out my tears and sufferings
and the broken dreams of millions
I told them of the hurt and pain
all about the broken hearts
told the class that humans die
and that most do bitterly cry
told them how many times I died
and they all clapped to my surprise
I don't think they understood it nearly kills me
all that I accomplished did not fulfill me
then I reached deep into my bag
and with my right hand pulled out the Earth
then with tears in my eyes
I told them that this was the place of my birth
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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