Our Warriors

Listen to these cries of mine. As a fallen and tired warrior, the piano plays a melody I’ll never forget, for it hasn’t ended yet. I always thought warriors were supposed to be full of light and hope. Perhaps we are. Or perhaps we don’t know what we are. We just keep on fighting, knowing at some point it all has to make sense. At some point the happiness will come hence. At some point we’ll understand. We’ll come in from this land and we will find what we are truly capable of.

*inspired by piano music by Lucas King*


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