A GW poem. I don't know if it's based on Quatre or on Heero
or maybe Duo. Depends on how you look at it I guess. Maybe its
based on all of them. Depends on you Iguess.
Starry Starry Night
A quiet evening spent gazing at the starry night sky
The peace and tranquility, a rare moment in time
Time, shorter than ever
Peace, more precious then it was ever before
Moments, to be remembered
To honor those who have died
A strange age, unlike any other
Sees man through life in a way unlike any other
Wars and fights, pride and prejudice
Color and race, religion and language
Things that set each man apart from another
Differences that cannot be set aside
Is there a certain quality of perfect-ness
In the warring of mankind?
Is there a hidden quality that is desired
That can only be found in the hearts of those who fight?
Is that the reason man fights?
To find a way to release the chaos that he finds within?
Maybe so
But the feelings that man can get from the will to fight and survive
To carry on to the next war
To want to live to see the next day
The feelings and dreams of a man at war
Are impossible to duplicate
Maybe man can only discover what his reason for living is
Through the bloodshed and pain
The emotions that emerge are so special and significant
That it can only come out through the death of another
or maybe Duo. Depends on how you look at it I guess. Maybe its
based on all of them. Depends on you Iguess.
Starry Starry Night
A quiet evening spent gazing at the starry night sky
The peace and tranquility, a rare moment in time
Time, shorter than ever
Peace, more precious then it was ever before
Moments, to be remembered
To honor those who have died
A strange age, unlike any other
Sees man through life in a way unlike any other
Wars and fights, pride and prejudice
Color and race, religion and language
Things that set each man apart from another
Differences that cannot be set aside
Is there a certain quality of perfect-ness
In the warring of mankind?
Is there a hidden quality that is desired
That can only be found in the hearts of those who fight?
Is that the reason man fights?
To find a way to release the chaos that he finds within?
Maybe so
But the feelings that man can get from the will to fight and survive
To carry on to the next war
To want to live to see the next day
The feelings and dreams of a man at war
Are impossible to duplicate
Maybe man can only discover what his reason for living is
Through the bloodshed and pain
The emotions that emerge are so special and significant
That it can only come out through the death of another
