~What She Has Done~

She opened the door and was blinded by the rising sun.

Knowing that one day she will be gone,

She looks around and asks herself – “in the end, what will I have done?”

There is so much to be said,

But I am just one voice.

What will I have done?

In the end, it boils down to choice,

Even though we are one voice.

Together we can sing loud enough to awake the Gods,

Cause mountains to crumble

And make the most disciplined musician stumble.

 

All she wants in this world is to be heard.

What will I have done?

She bends down and looks into the eyes of her only son.

What and inspiration!

What a destination!

What a beautiful creation!

 

She opens the door and is blinded by the setting sun.

Knowing that one day she will be gone,

A tear rolls down her cheek as she bends down and stairs into the eyes

Of the beauty of what she has done.

JvLs