Rebekah Guerra Poet Ballad

Dear Child

Dear child, dear woman
walk out, not in
Out to give news with those feet

The Enemy has no ground here
Nor any fight in these streets

Dear child, dear sister
don’t surrender
To the whispers of charm

For their flesh is falling deeper 
Into death’s lovin’ arms

Dear child, dear teacher
go get ‘em and meet her
The love you once held close, closer
Than the ones who held you the most

And forfeit your land
to kiss the skin of their sands
And spit in the eyes of the blinded

Dear child, dear friend
press on, pull close 
the lives that muse you on

May they gaze, may they raise a song
Worth singin’, and we’ll all sing along

Chorus:

Brave, brave, brave are the maids
Who clean around the corner

Save, save, save, save the slain
Who sits amongst the mourners

Raise a  toast! Raise a glass!
And better yet, forfeit the past
My love, breathe me into motion

That we may dance! May it last,
Until the morning’s over.

Dear child, dear mother
give more, love to the meek and the poor
To the bandit, and widows, 
to the poor sobbing willows 
And the wealthy who can’t afford it

Dear child, dear saint of sinners
give grace, when our eyes can’t look up
When the moon has burned  up
And the sky starts to rusts
And the stars turn us to dust

Chorus:

Brave, brave, brave are the maids
Who clean around the corner

Save, save, save, save the slain
Who sits amongst the mourners

Raise a  toast! Raise a glass!
And better yet, forfeit the past
My love, breathe me into motion

That we may dance! May it last,
Until the morning’s over.

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