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.
Copyright © Rebekah Guerra | Year Posted 2020
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