The Joy I Want… The Eternal Weight of Glory

Green are the skies of Lonya
Laced with the living leaves
Branches locked in a graceful web
Slender and strong
Grown gently old
Smoothed by the hands of the children who hide
Searching for peace in the shade it provides
Lonya, my heart still aches for your green

Clear is the sky above Gazigway
Lit by the light of the beautiful stars
Rays spun into a shimmering net
Fiery diamonds
They sing as they dance
Sought by the eyes of the children who sing
Caught by the promise of peace gently bright
Gazigway, my heart keeps the tune of your light

Boundless the sky above Murnia
Loosed from constraints of all seeming time
Clouds scud across this steady ocean
Clearly lit blue
Turning thundercloud dark
Broken by the feet of the children who run
Cut off from peace by the blood all around
Murnia, my heart’s tears soak into your ground

Hard is the sky over Irwas
Left above the burnt-out dunes
Edges all sharply cutting
Burnished and bronzed
Relentlessly strong
Shaped by the will of the children who strive
Fighting for peace in an unfriendly land
Irwas, my heart laments your lost sands

Majestic the sky above Aynoli
Lightly spread to cover the kingdom
Colors woven in shimmering tapestry
Brilliant and bright
Soaring effortlessly above
Mourned by the tears of the children who know
Lamenting the peace that’s been choked by a lie
Aynoli, my heart will return when you learn how to cry

Lost is the sky above Riscon-Morg
Locked over a prisoning world
Invisible bars of a relentless trap
Stronger than steel
Sprung silently up
Challenged by the hearts of the children who hope
Bringing the peace for which the land groans
Riscon-Morg, my heart claims you as its own