Hush, don't cry. Its all over now.
Rough hands never will hold your skin.
Baby eyes will not now scream.
Your soft sweet arms are free.
You weep into the grass and grow
All anyone sees is wrath
And you spent your life proving to yourself
You're not the weakling you thought.
Glory and peace come weighty.
Too late you knew the price.
Your mouth contorted in anguish.
You dared not make a sound.
What are Spartan boys made for?
To fall into the ground.
Hurt, hurt, so bad the hurt.
You're not the warrior you ought.
Something is wrong with you.
You will soon lie in the dirt.
Hush, hush, don't cry now.
You're a child once again.
And its all over now, sweet innocent.
It was over so long ago.
Like a spent gladiator
crawling in the colosseum dust
who can count on his remaining limbs
all the people he can trust.
Like the one who stands behind him
cheering him on
Estatic when he stands defiant,
wild with abandon when he's gone
just stay alive.
do whatever you need to.
you are worth it.