Would You Dare Forge a Sword of Gold For War
Would you dare forge a sword of gold for war
When better yet is gold when it shines elsewhere?
Would ever you hold selfishly a star
When gentle is the kiss of candle fair?
Would brilliant diamond dream of nothing more
Than dismal darkness and so distant caves?
And would falcons, larks, so high they can soar,
Damn their own wings to crimson canyon graves?
Does our fair sun not bless our world with night
And sweetly bathe us in its gold carress
Rather than damn us to eternal night?
So why deprive the world of you unless
You see yourself not as the world sees you
Kissed by dark but not by so brilliant blue?
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