Be brave, She who had called me her little sun and left, With only those two words; Be brave. The war still rages, mother, The tides still batter, I wish could be the little sun, But I’m afraid my light is shattered. Be brave, The words replay in my mind, Every day, every hour, every second; Be brave. I miss you, mother Sometimes I still believe you’re near, I’m not sure if I can accept the truth, I’m afraid when you’re not here. Be brave, Is this even possible? I’m all alone in a world unknown; Be brave. They are coming for me, mother, I hear their voices, They may find me eventually, I’m afraid I’m out of choices. Be brave, I wish I knew how, dear mother I wish I knew how you did it so long ago; Be brave. I’m so sorry, mother, I tried so hard to be brave, To be your little ever-burning sun, But, in truth. I am terribly afraid. (This is based on a story idea I had a while back)