while thinking about the BP oil disaster, thought of this song/poem/etc

Jun 15, 2010 20:08

Meant to be read from a metaphorical point of view.

I used to fly, through my world with ease.
I used to be, in my own paradise.
I used to dream, I'd be queen of this world...
I used to be, the beauty within, covered in dreams
and entertaining you.
I would just smile, when you would envy me,
My world is bigger than yours, as should be.
All around me, there is so much more and now I ask you...

Please?

I can't see anything anymore
my sky is no longer blue,
the sun no longer warms me,
it's too quiet in this place...
why have you closed my eyes, fire is burning and my world is dying,
save me from this...please do something about this..

My sisters and brothers used to swim like me...
Things were so beautiful, my life was so great so naturally.
A kaleidoscope of wonder, a dream underneath come true,
I was so at peace....
Now I cry as the black fills me eyes, gasping for air, trying to find
the sun again, oh how could you do this?
What was your purpose?
Does it thrill you to see me on my last breath or
Are you too busy counting your damn money?

I can't see anything anymore,
my life is washed up on the shore.
Crying crying, my sky is no longer blue
it's too quiet in this place.
Tell me to face, that this world deserved to learn it's
Place,what the hell do you know about love when you destroy everything
You touch?
Money has no meaning except for you..everything.
My life held no meaning for you,
I crave that big wave.
Waiting for the big save, to wash me away to a better place..

But my world is dying, I hear them crying, but they can't help me.
I am destroyed, widening something you created...the bigger void.
I'm too weak to swim, I'm too weak to fly, I am lost.
But you keep on trying to lie and say nothing's dying...

I was flying...
I was swimming...
Now I am like the rest...
Floating away without a home,
washing up on your shore..too late for you to do..something...
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