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there once was a hero, all covered in battle scars
they fought and they fought and they fought
for their friends, for themselves, for what they believed was right
they once joined a circus and decided to make it their home
but the clowns lit a fire and planted the match in their hand
all that was left was ashes and burns
the hero broken and forced to carry the blame
and while the clowns made a cult and begged for an audience
the hero a kingdom built
there once was an angel, surrounded by heavenly glow
a healer by heart with morals as tall as the sky
she fought by the side of a prince who had yet to collect their crown
and fell from the heavens for her compassion and loyalty
but she picked up the pieces that didn’t quite fit anymore
the puzzle she made was not quite the same
but the picture was beautiful, just like her soul
there once was a warrior, unwilling to give up on her beliefs
her blade was feared and she drew it only around those unwilling to face it
but her blade was beautiful and she called it the truth
there once was a warrior caught in an unexpected war
she drew her blade, ready to fight off the storm
disguises were dropped and friends became foes
and once the dust settled, all that was left was her
and the friends she chose not to let go
there once was a scholar, known for their writing and words
they found a place among supposed friends
who praised them for their talents and forgot to look at the rest
and once these “friends” showed their faces
and demanded applause for their crimes
they’d forgotten the scholar was a person
and found themselves surprised when they got cut on their words
there once was an artist, who painted a sky so blue
their touch was soft, their warm presence felt with few words
and sunflowers grew in her hair
a battle unfolded before her eyes
and her allies forgot she was more than her kindness and art
one can hope that now that the dust has settled
they’ve found a place to call home
her friends sees her colors
the blue, the yellow, the pink
and the black and the red too
and they’re loved in every single shade
there once was a prodigy, who dabbled in sportsmanship and art
she performed and she conquered, she always impressed
“she’s so young,” they would say
they’d clap, then look away
she’d bring home another victory, she’d create something new
“she’s so young,” they would say
they’d clap, then look away
there once was a musician, brought in to perform for the court
but once he got playing, the council got up
they each grabbed a hammer and started to smash at the walls
the walls started crumbling and a jester grabbed the musician by the neck
instead of a council, the musician found a home
and all that was left in the rubble was a council of ghosts
there once was a librarian, who loved with both heart and soul
her library was never empty, never quiet, always full of life
and that fact remained true even on days she was alone
she had books full of memories and a heart full of song
sometimes her friends would come in with tears in their eyes
and she’d pull out a book with illustrations and words to make them smile
she was as fierce as she was kind
and she was loved, she was loved
there once was a coward, afraid to stand up for themself
they sat down for supper at a table with those they called friends
poison was poured in their wine and they were told to drink, to obey
so they put the glass to their lips
they knew it was wrong and they didn’t want to die
but they had an unhealthy desire to be liked
they didn’t sit for long, however
they never drank the wine
because they remembered their friends, their real ones
and they decided this supper wouldn’t be their last
they’d spent their last supper with the people they loved
the people they cared about
and they decided that day, that’d they’d stand up for them
today, tomorrow
until the end