gutterflower (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} flyhalf) wrote,@ 2006-09-23 16:06:00 |
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To the All-Rounded Lady,
piecer of jade and gold,
delicately polishing all to its shine.
Sincerely she filled up gaps
and courageously carved.
In every one of us,
apart of you.
Your footsteps forever resound
in the halls rightfully yours.
When it hurts to think about the future, remember things never stay the same, they can't. After the sun, is always rain and after that rain, comes the sun again. That's the beauty of life, to know that despite the very apparent changes that come our way and things not looking how we think they should, the sky is always blue. In everything, we are to be glad. Glad for we are, that we have lived. Glad for what we have built together and what remains as we walk away, together. Glad for every morning's fall of dew, for the sunrises and sunsets that we see and that we don't. For every where we've been, the each and every insignificant country lanes, we must be glad for the footprints we've left. Now, all that we need to do is move on, striving, picking up from where we left off. Each day, nearer the sky. There's nothing else do but be glad. This is the way of life. Not till the world is over, but till the work is done.
We built this.
Our tears and blood poured out,
and now you trample all over it in utter disregard.
If only you knew what you were doing,
realise you're only building up yourself
and tearing up what is so dear, so precious
to the many before you all.
Do you know that it hurts?
Do you know that we want to cry?
Because of you.
I'd like to attribute it to your youth,
we were young once.
But we weren't like this.
Search your hearts.
Have you cried for love?
You don't know what love is or sacrifice.
The blue on your back you wear,
you day in and out routines
so easily you scoff at and ignore.
We built that.
Do you care that only thing that will matter,
the only thing you'll have left when you leave
you're shredding and stomping. Without a care
Without a heart, your false smiles on camera
will not last.
The only thing that lasts for years to come,
You've torn.
I wish so much to yell at you, to make you understand. Its painful to see all your hardwork throw away by the next generation, you'll never understand that.
The last thing I wanted my seniors to do, was to return with a sigh. I know the impact on you won't be the same,
but you're a disgrace.
Please protect and conserve the Kim Geks.
