The Girl Who Isn't a Warrior

I'm not a fighter
I don't want to claim lands or lives
I don't want to win or break records
When fighting seems like a business
When being a warrior is utmost glory
I just want to be a climber
To sit on mountaintops
And blow away all worries in the mist

I just want to be a singer
To croon the lyrics of my favourite song
And not have a care in the world

I just want to write songs
That speak my heart's desire
That get tied to the wind about me
And travel the world around

I just want to fly with my songs
And feel the breeze on my face
Tumble around with the prose
Roll about on the tongues of people
Whose lives the tunes have touched

I just want to close my eyes
And feel my friends holding my hands
Hear the laughter of my dear ones
And see them warm till the end of lights

When the world is brimming with fighters
And tales of heroic battles
I dream of being an artist
Who stopped to smell the flowers

For how would that world be where
All of us soldiers fought for what was right
And there was no one left to pause
To admire the beauty of the night

How the hearts would ache
That were told it was worthless to cry
How the chests would throb and burst
That crushed their dreams in a sigh

I wish the gazers would unite
And flaunt their pensive tribe
I hope the painters splatter the land
With their kaleidoscopic vibe

Not all of us can be warriors
Let us all understand
Let the warriors fight
Let the singers hum
Let the artisan cantillate his clay to porcelain drums
Let the thinkers think
Let the seers see
Let the music glide afar
Let the breathers be

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