Fly Away

by Toff

Hey! Someone besides Grantaire has Angst! Can this be true? I don't beleive what I see! I know, I know, you guys are rolling your eyes. Toff wrote another poem. I sympathize.

I stand in the door of the leaky café

Watching my brethren scorn the day

They ignore the sky I see too well

I strive to change, but Apollo can tell.

Fly away, Jehan! Fly

High above the dark of night

High above the people's plight

Pushed about by hate and greed

It stabs the soul to hear them plead

Feed the soul, Jehan! Feed

Feed the fevered souls with whom you sit

See to it their fire's lit

But where will we be when the fire dies?

Will some-one hear our final sighs?

Shout Jehan, shout!

The others hear my own death sighs

I close my eyes and see the sky

I close my eyes, away I fly.

Fly away Jehan! Fly!