Going Home from Eternity's Sunrise by Peter Ostrowski

We have fallen so low,
We are our own deep darkness,
Infinite, black, starless, eternal and blind.
We have drifted so far
From the shore we were exploring,
From the white crashing waves,
From the dreams of humankind.

Yet somehow we are here,
Somehow we are living,
Each word we speak a miracle,
Each day an endless dream.
Beyond these walls of lies and vengeance,
Beyond these padlocked bars we hold,
Soon we’ll see what we are
And where we came from,
Gardens which we only saw in prayers.
Going home…

We have fallen so deep
In this pit of ice and fire we dug with our hands
As we searched for the core of the world.
We have turned from all light,
And when our hands no longer
Could hold other hands, our fingers gave way
And we faced the night alone.

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