My first so be nice:) I know it's rough. Comments welcome.
Cavorite
They the many, we the few,
Move forward into the night.
Yearning to feel the morning’s dew,
to taste that Cavorite.
Too long has the war raged and raged.
Too many souls are done.
Too long have pilots been engaged.
Too long since we've seen the Sun.
Fly on, fly on, we hear the call,
Clamber out, and touch the dawn.
But the few will never see Illal.
We don’t get to re-spawn.
O sacred prize for which we once sought,
Long paid for, never bought.
Edited by Merl61, 16 April 2015 - 10:22 PM.
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