Dalyn Cornell Poems

Oh Mr. Sun perched kingly in the sky
Do you see what we’ve become? Does it make you want to cry?
I wish you had something beautiful to look down upon
Instead of this web of lies and hatred that we seem to thrive on
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There will come a time when stars,
bleed down into the earth.
When we are born to die,
and die to rebirth.
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There will come a time when we
will choose our own story end.
When we must change or perish,
when we must learn to bend.
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It’s the sun, the moon, the burning silver stars
It’s the pain that you learn from, new wounds and old scars
It’s the war that never ends in the blood-spattered field
It’s the slashing of the sword and the protection of the shield
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If God stepped down from the heavens
what would you say?
If you could ask just one question,
what would you choose to relay?
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