Stary Doktor

Born of woman,

To become a man,

At the close of an era,

Here progress began,

First a child,

Running through the wind,

He sometimes still does,

In the hall of tiny children,

Who pray for those who sinned,

The timber sky, the oaken ozone,

Slanted above him,

The stars shine,

The world was mine,

Those tiny children,

The forsaken angels,

The ones left behind,

Line the walls,

First childless,

Now the father of a nation,

These children are a community,

He waited to raise them so,

The architects of the future,

I wish he had known

A small battalion,

Rations that will never be used

The air is heavier today,

The stars won’t shine,

Maybe never again,

We live in a shoebox now,

We are matchsticks,

Holding up the tyranny,

We have forgotten the mother star,

Still smiling above,

Among our lost generals and captains,

They couldn’t hold us long enough,

The world is turning dark now,

My teddy wonders where I have gone,

He wonders why,

He misses the sky,

His tent of blue doesn’t match,

I am still here,

I held your hand,

We float, far above the sky,

That sky, we use to anchor ourselves

We are too humble to stand upon the clouds

Stary doktor was waiting,

He never left us behind

The father of our little battalion,

An example to mankind