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Set forth into the sun

Into the light of our mother

No return from this warmth

Our first respite from the cold

"Good dream? Let me guess, the surface of the sun?

The only dream I ever have. Every time I shut my eyes it's always the same."

Scorched deep by beaming light

Turn our lungs to ash

Every breath always a labor

Every step always a struggle

Placate our pain with waves

Our final words gone unspoken

Reach out and touch our gravest failures

Ease our hearts with the fluttering of wings

Protest until the end our certain fates

Quietly resign life to the warmth of the sun

Placate our pain in waves

Reach out and touch our gravest failures

Ease our hearts with the fluttering of wings

We will not survive this

No yearning for our lives to be remembered

Desperate for them to just have had meaning

Drowned in the fires, buried in the cold

Please take our lives and give us purpose