Pony in the sky
flying so free
cool breeze
warmth of Celestia's sun
what do you see from above?
Do you see
us below
our feeble lives
and children playing
families laughing
ponies
enjoying the day
lives lived
and
lost
What you must think
of those, who
waste the day
mourning
when instead
we could be out
remembering
living for those
who can't anymore.
She was gone
too
soon
Pony in the sky
what you must think
of me
Trying to join you
without wings to fly
And why did you catch me?
and grant me back
what I so desperately
was trying to
throw away?
"So you could live
for those who can't."