# Defeat is not Surrender

Author: zetasyanthis
Tags: Poem, light

#10 of Poems

An update to an older poem I wrote about a year ago.

Defeat is not surrender,  
nor is darkness light.  
Though pain may overwhelm us  
it cannot stop our bright.  
  
Defeat is not surrender,  
nor is the battle lost.  
  
Defeat is not surrender,  
though we have paid great cost.  
  
For in our hearts a forest grows,  
its branches strong and green,  
and our forests will grow again  
though all we hear is keen.  
  
It seems to drown out all we know.  
It seems to black out light.  
But if you listen carefully,  
your heart will guide you right.  
  
Much pain endured, many hearts lost  
we've hurt and we've despaired,  
but we are stronger than you know.  
We wear the heroes' pale.  
  
Music, as strong as candlelight  
that lights until the dawn  
will honor and will shine with you  
till all your fears are gone.  
  
And if you listen closely,  
and if you listen close,  
Music will teach you secrets,  
the language magic spoke.  
  
That language that we long thought dead  
that death and pain had beat  
is not something that can be killed  
and it still sings as sweet.  
  
As sweet as music ever was  
and once again shall be  
you must now listen - careful, close -  
to what it says, I plea.  
  

  For we did lose the hearts and minds  
of those we thought our friends  
and if we hope for peace to come  
them we must understand.  
  
I know I ask a thing absurd  
a thing that rhymes with pain  
but if you want a kinder world  
you must not now abstain.  
  
But do not compromise too much  
or let the pain drown out  
the secret words of dreaming light  
your forest must still sprout.  
  
For we must hold the line -  
strong, true -  
that they would see us yield  
that they would trample in the dirt  
and vicious power wield.  
  
We must not fear to hold the line  
against those who seek cold  
unflinching power, reckonings,  
vendettas grim and old.  
  
And we must not fear to hold firm  
against those who don't think  
who put some power's word above  
those they push to the brink.  
  
For those you love,  
and those who you like,  
and those who you hope love you,  
whose dreams are made of candle light,  
whose forests live in you,  
they need you now.  
They need you strong.  
They need to hold your hand  
as they stand with you and with me  
to save our broken land.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/3eg3w0Le
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