Is Nothing Sacred by Gossamer Wings
Standard disclaimers apply
The small building was nestled in a tiny valley among the rolling
hills. The bubbling stream shimmered in the moonlight, the stones
sparkled like diamonds. Most of the windows were dark; the few still
lit left the building looking like a mosaic in varying shades of light
and dark. Such an out of the way location was perfect for an OZ research
facility. Away from prying eyes.
The two Gundams silently approached thermal weapons at the ready.
"This shouldn’t take very long Duo. Looks like the main
building and several smaller ancillary shops. One of us should have
been enough."
"Looks pretty deserted. Piece of cake Heero." Duo answered.
"You go left; I’ll go right, then meet at the main building.
On my mark. Now."
The rumble of thrusters shook the ground, trees trembled from the
backwash. Thermal scythe and sword buzzed to life with excitement.
They slashed quickly through the out buildings, explosions of stored
fuel brightening the sky in an imitation thunderstorm. The main building
collapsed in a shower of brick and mortar upon itself. A few more
swaths littered the yard in steel and glass.
"Duo, looks like we’re finished here. Return to base."
Silence answered. "Duo, respond."
In his monitor, Heero watched as Deathscythe walked slowly through
the rubble and knelt down. Duo leapt from his open hatch and ran to
a tangled mass of steel and picked something up.
"Duo, what are you doing? We have to get out of here before
OZ reinforcements arrive." Duo didn’t hear him. He switched
on his outside intercom so Duo could hear him. "Duo, get back
in your Gundam, we have to leave here NOW!" Still no acknowledgment
from Duo. With urgent steps, Heero crossed the distance to where Duo
knelt and opened his hatch.
" No, no, no." Duo was sobbing, rocking back and forth,
holding something. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry."
He continued.
"Duo! What are you doing?!" He said as he leapt to the
ground. As he got closer he could make out an object, but it was out
of place for a research facility. Dawning realization struck him.
The twisted mass of metal held sets of chains that were once attached
to pliant rubber seats. A crumbled pile of wooden planks and interconnected
ropes. On what was left of the entrance alcove, a sign dangled at
an angle, its golden letters screaming at them. ‘ST. Mary’s
Orphanage’. The words kept repeating in his head. Approaching
Duo, he could now see what he held.
A small, slight figure, hair tangled and matted around its face.
Eyes staring, accusingly. Clothing wet and darkened with life’s
blood. Duo clutched the child to his chest, stroking his hair, still
rocking back and forth. "I’m sorry, If only I had known."
Could be heard between his sobs.
"What have we done?" Whispered Heero.
*******
Trowa leaned against the door jamb with his coffee while he watched
over Wufei’s shoulder at the computer screen. From the information
they received for the mission, the research facility was small and
isolated. It should have been a quick in and out for them. They were
hours over due and no word from them.
"Trowa, Wufei, I think you better come watch this." Quatre
said as he entered the room with a concerned look. They all moved
to the television as the news broadcaster came onto the screen after
the ‘Special Report’ faded.
"We are at the site of the former St. Mary’s Orphanage.
Until last night, the building was filled with joy and laughter from
the many war orphans and the Sisters of St. Mary who cared for them."
The female reporter stood under an umbrella in the driving rain, with
the camera panning to the rubble of the building and the twisted remains
of the playground equipment. "By all reports, witnesses have
stated that two Gundams were sighted in the area of destruction. OZ
sources state that the Gundam terrorist activities have expanded from
primarily military targets to now include civilian targets as well.
OZ has denounced these actions….."
Wufei turned off the newscast and turned to his fellow pilots. "Now
we know what happened, but not why. I’ll recheck the mission
orders, it couldn’t go this wrong by mistake."
"Trowa, there was no mention of capture. Why haven’t they
returned? Do they know the target wasn’t a research lab?"
asked Quatre.
They might just be keeping a low profile until they can get back
Quatre. There will be a lot of outrage against all of us because of
this." Answered Trowa.
*******
The cavern was dark and cold, chilling them to the bone. It reflected
the emotions that flowed through them unbidden. Betrayal, tricked
again, it made them a mockery in the eyes of the world. Heero looked
over at Duo who still hadn’t said a word since they arrived.
He sat on his heals, hugging his legs. The tears ended long ago, dried
streaks upon his face. His clothing stiffened from the child’s
blood.
Flashback
After he had recovered from the daze that enveloped him, he found
it difficult to convince Duo to release the dead child he clutched
so tightly. The faraway look in his eyes unnerved Heero. He had never
observed Duo so lifeless before. Heero approached him and gently touched
his shoulder, expecting Duo to flinch. He didn’t. Duo turned
his face to Heero with lack of recognition.
"Duo, put the child down, there is nothing more we can do here."
Heero told him gently.
"But I have to find Sister Helen." Duo said his voice quiet
and child like.
Heero cringed at the words; he didn’t need Duo losing it now.
Their mission wasn’t over until they returned to base. Then
they had to find out what went wrong. Heero held Duo tightly by both
shoulders and shook him. "Duo, put him down, we have to leave."
He said forcefully now. Duo seemed to be listening to internal voices
as he stared back at him with a questioning look. They couldn’t
delay any longer; Heero slapped him across his face. The body dropped
with a thud as Duo was thrown off balance. He lay on the ground, his
hand on the growing redness on his cheek that was sure to bruise.
The few moments passed interminably as Duo’s expression moved
from pain to awareness.
"Heero?" uncertainty still in his glazed eyes as he looked
around. "We have ta get outta here." He said nervously as
he got to his feet. "They’ll be looking for us. Can’t
go back to the safe house, we’ll endanger the others."
Before Heero could react, Duo ran back to his Gundam.
Heero was still disturbed by Duo’s actions; it was obvious
he wasn’t thinking straight, most likely in shock. He himself
was put off balance by the situation. It brought back the bad memories,
when he destroyed the Alliance Pacifists. They needed time to regroup
and reason this out. Heero quickly returned to Wing as Deathscythe’s
engines started up.
End flashback
"Am I human any more?" Duo’s voice echoed in the
dark.
Heero snapped his head up, his stream of thought brought to a sudden
halt by Duo’s unexpected question. "What did you say?"
"Am I human Heero?" Duo asked again. "I don’t
feel like one anymore. I feel like I just lost my soul. I’m
as empty inside as Deathscythe. Nothing but an empty shell that only
takes orders and does what it’s told, no questions asked. A
machine of war, that’s all I am. A machine without a heart or
soul." Duo paused, shaking his head, letting out a sob choked
laugh. (1)
"Why should I try explaining this to you of all people? You
could never understand how I feel. You have never felt anything in
your life. You’re no different from Wing. With you it’s
always ‘Mission Accepted, Mission Complete’ you’re
like a little robot Heero. Robots don’t have hearts or souls."
"It was probably an error in communication with the orders of
the mission. It will be corrected." Heero replied, not showing
the sting Duo’s words caused.
"It doesn’t matter Heero, it’s too late. It can’t
bring those children back to life." Duo hung his head to rest
on his knees. "It’s Maxwell Church all over again."
Heero ran the name Maxwell Church through his head. Duo mentioned
it in his frequent monologues. ‘Oh Gods, what they had just
done, it was almost the same scenario as what happened to him as a
child’ he thought. ‘Is he blaming himself for this as
well?’
"I can see the news headlines now." Duo looked up spreading
his hands in the air. " ‘Gundam terrorists massacre innocents
of local orphanage.’ That will really help the colonies"
"Duo, I have killed innocent people also. It is a part of war
that happens. I do regret those incidents because I should have prevented
it before it happened."
"Yeah, we should have checked before we acted, but we didn’t.
We haven’t for a long time. Are we that thirsty for the taste
of battle and blood that we ignore common sense? Don’t we have
the free will to question orders anymore? Like I said, we’ve
turned into little mindless robots."
"Each battle has brought us closer to defeating OZ and bringing
peace Duo." Heero countered.
" What happens if we never defeat OZ Heero, but we are the ones
defeated?"
"History has always been written by the winners of war. If we
win, we will be called the Freedom Fighters who became heroes. If
we lose, we will just be common terrorists who killed helpless innocent
children."
"But we aren’t heroes or terrorists Heero. We’re
just children ourselves, children who kill children. They will never
enjoy childhood, grow up, live in peace, find love."
"We have always lived during war Duo. I’m fighting for
a concept I have never experienced. If we win and there is peace,
will it be what we expect? Will we enjoy it? Sometimes that thought
frightens me."
“Heero admits to being afraid? Afraid of peace or not being
able to fight anymore? Would you continue to fight even if peace came?
I don’t understand you Heero." Duo just shook his head
in frustration. Before starting again to try to get Heero to understand.
I fight and fight, I don’t know if I can fight anymore. I didn’t
always fight for peace. All my life I fought, to stay alive, to eat,
for a place to sleep. I had security for a while with the gang, but
then we were all fighting for the same thing, even amongst ourselves.
Did I really find peace at Maxwell Church? For a while I think, my
time there was too short, then it was back to the daily struggle of
survival until I met Prof. G. That still led to fighting too. I’m
supposed to fight for peace and the colonies. Do I know what peace
is? Did I ever really know? As I said, maybe for a short time at Maxwell
Church. It seems so long ago; the happiness and love I felt are just
fading memories. I’m forgetting what it felt like to be happy,
having no worries, to have someone love you and sing you to sleep.
I want that feeling again Heero, but I don’t think I ever will.
My soul is dying or already dead. If peace comes will I recognize
it? I want to know what peace is Heero, NOW. I want to be the kid
I’m supposed to be. I see them out there, laughing, playing,
having fun. I want my soul back. Maybe, just maybe I’ll find
what it was that I was fighting for. If I can do that, then I could
continue fighting on, knowing it was the right thing to do. For me,
for you, for everyone."
Heero sat in silence for a while after listening to Duo. ‘Duo’s
whole life had exposed him to more emotions then I could ever hope
to come in contact with and experience. Yet he still feels like he’s
lost.’ He thought to himself. "The word peace is usually
followed by the word love. That’s what we fight for. I have
experienced neither. If only we get peace, I want to know love too."
Heero finished quietly.
"If only we get peace, if only I knew love." Duo said bitterly.
"That’s a pretty tall order to fill Heero." If, if
only. I thought that way a long time ago. If only I had been adopted,
I wouldn’t be a pilot. If only the Maxwell Church hadn’t
been destroyed I’d still be happy, even if I wasn’t adopted.
The lives of the other orphans that did get adopted brought them happiness
I didn’t have. I always thought that it could have been me adopted
instead. Father Maxwell lectured me once that the loneliest words
you’ll ever know were ‘if only’ and the emptiest
words that you could ever say were ‘it could have been me’.
(2) Instead of second guessing life you got to make things happen
for yourself and don’t pity yourself if it doesn’t turn
out like you planed. Pick yourself up and start again."
"What else is there besides peace and love? Doesn’t every
experience reflect the feelings of peace and love?"
You’re stuck in the circular thinking that covered most of
Father Maxwell’s sermons ‘with peace there is love and
with love there is peace.’ “Duo said sarcastically "It
never made complete sense to me. There is more to life than that.
Living is like a feast Heero and you are one person who has never
sat at the table to eat." (2)
"And what is on this feast of life Duo? From what I know of
your life the table was out of reach for you also."
"Well…. You’ve got a point, but it doesn’t
mean I don’t plan on doing lots of stuff I haven’t done
yet. It’s just…. sometimes… it seems like I’ll
be dead first before I can do anything."
" What would you do if you weren’t fighting then?"
"Let’s see, there are so many things. L2 is the poorest
colony around, never enough of anything especially water. When I arrived
on Earth I was fascinated with the rain. People here just run away
from it. On the other hand, I would not. I want to stand in the pouring
rain until every centimeter of me is totally soaked. I want to feel
the drops stabbing my skin and wash away the stains on my very soul.
I want to feel the wet soft grass between my toes. I want the rain
to pound down on me so hard that all I hear is the sound of the rain
drowning out all thought from my mind until I feel like I am part
of the Earth itself."
"You want to get wet? Duo, you can do that in any shower."
"HEERO!!" You weren’t listening! It isn’t just
about getting wet. It’s about the experience of how the rain
makes you feel. It makes me forget that I’m alone, an orphan
of the world. It makes me feel like I belong somewhere."
"How can you feel alone Duo? You make friends easily where ever
you go. You’re always happy. I’m the exact opposite."
"We’re the same inside Heero. We just hide our true selves
differently, that’s all. No one knows the real me and no one
knows the real you. You were trained to be like you are. Me? I guess
I just don’t want to get hurt inside anymore. But what about
you? What do you want to experience?"
"I don’t really want to be alone either. But it’s
just the way it’s always been. I’d like to live in one
place, never having to move around anymore."
"Yeah, a real home. A place to feel safe and secure in. A real
house with flowers and even a white picket fence." Duo added
excitedly.
"Would it have a yard? Big enough for a dog? I remember someone
who had a puppy. Could we get a puppy Duo?"
"What do you mean by we?"
"Well, I need someone to be my friend. So I’m not alone."
"I’ve always been here to be your friend Heero. You’ve
just never accepted the offer."
"You could show me what I’ve been missing Duo. You’ve
experienced so much more than I."
"I don’t think I’m the best choice to be your tour
guide to life Heero. There is so much out there that is not all sunshine
and roses. All I’ve known is mostly the bad stuff. I don’t
think I could ever show you the good things because I haven’t
experienced very much of it Heero."
"Maybe we could learn together."
"That’s a scary thought." Duo gave an exaggerated
shiver. "Besides, the war could go for years yet or we could
both die tomorrow."
"I didn’t mean after the war Duo."
"Huh?"
"You said yourself you don’t know what we’re fighting
for anymore. The mission was probably an OZ trap to make the Gundams
and the colonies look bad again. If we can be fooled twice now, how
many more times will we fall for the traps? Then even more of the
innocent people will die because of our mindless stupidity."
"You mean you want to just walk away from it all? Give up fighting?"
"What good is fighting if the goal isn’t in sight anymore?
It gets to be futile. We’ve both lost sight of what we’re
fighting for. It’s time we go out and find it again."
"So… you’re saying you want to take a kind of vacation
from the war?"
"Not exactly. We need to rekindle what we believed in when we
started fighting."
"You’re serious then." Duo stared at Heero trying
to comprehend where this was going. "The continued fighting day
in and day out has made it all seem so hopeless. You can’t lose
hope when fighting a war. We need to find hope for the future. But
what about the others? Do you think they’ll understand?"
"We can only try to explain our actions."
"So…. when do you want to start this search for the meaning
of life?" Duo asked cautiously.
"As soon as possible." Heero was determined now. "We
should record a message for the others and tell them where our Gundams
are."
"We better get started then shouldn’t we?" Duo answered
as he hesitantly stood.
*******
"Wufei, have you found out anything about the mission orders
yet?" Asked Quatre.
"I’ve traced back the communication paths several times
now and found the same thing. Where is Trowa, he needs to hear this
as well."
"Right here Wufei."
"The facts are this. The mission orders did not come from any
of the scientists. I’ve traced them back to an OZ communication
satellite."
"How could OZ get our codes? They have set traps for us before
but not by using our own communications. There has to be an inside
spy." Said Quatre.
"That will have to be determined by the scientists. We will
have to communicate by alternate means for now. The other priority
is Heero and Duo. They still haven’t reported in yet. And there
has been no mention of their capture on the news. If OZ had captured
them, it would definitely have been broadcast. There has been nothing
else but reports about the disaster at the orphanage since it occurred."
"Let’s just hope that they are alright Wufei. They will
contact us as soon as they can, I’m sure of it." Quatre
said reassuringly.
"It’s getting late, we should take turns monitoring for
a message from them. I’ll go first, then you Quatre, then Wufei."
Said Trowa.
"That’s fine with me; don’t forget to wake me Trowa."
Quatre headed for bed.
"Wake us both if you receive anything at all." Wufei followed
after Quatre.
Trowa settled himself down at the desk in front of the computer and
began his silent vigil.
*******
They stood at the entrance of the cavern watching the changing colors
of the sunset in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
"Are you positive about our decision?" Heero asked, breaking
the peaceful silence.
"Yeah." Duo sighed affirmatively. "It’s the
only way."
"I better acquire transportation for us then. I shouldn’t
be long." Heero moved out and disappeared quickly into the brush
as street lights were starting to come to life in the town below.
Duo climbed into Deathscythe’s cockpit and activated the com
unit. He quickly typed in the coordinates of their location and set
in on a delay send command to the other pilots. He gently caressed
the control panel in front of him before he began collecting his and
Heero’s few belongings they carried with them on missions, finally
closing up both cockpits. Duo looked up at his silent partner and
running his hand along the cool surface of the metal. "Well,
I guess this is it buddy. I can’t say it’s been fun, but
it sure has been interesting. Maybe we’ll meet again someday."
The sound of a vehicle approaching brought his attention to the entrance.
Keeping to the shadows, hand gun ready, he watched for it to come
into sight. He released the breath he was holding as the familiar
figure dismounted the motorcycle and pushed it into the safety of
the darkness. Duo uncocked his gun, returning it to his waistband.
"Messages are all set. They’ll get the first one in the
morning when we’re leaving. I’ve directed them to view
our recording when they get here. We’ll be long gone by then."
Heero removed a back pack from the storage compartment and handed
it to Duo. "Dinner, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity."
They ate in silence by unspoken agreement until they
settled in for the night, each at the feet of his Gundam.
*******
The first rays of morning crept through the window, alighting on the
dozing face. The stillness of the room broken, only now, by the soft
beeping which signaled an incoming message. Closed eyelids slowly
fluttered until recognition brought full wakefulness.
Fingers swiftly tapped keys confirming sender and receiver codes.
There was no error or false message this time.
It was them.
He didn’t have far to go to wake the others. After their turn
on watch, they did not return to their rooms but remained with him
on whatever piece of furniture provided a comfortable space.
"Trowa, Quatre, It’s them."
Both were immediately at his side. Being soldiers, the ability to
sleep lightly and wake at the slightest movement or sound meant the
difference between life or death.
"Are you sure it’s them and not another OZ trick?"
Questioned Trowa.
"No one but ourselves knows out personal Gundam codes we added
for use among ourselves. The scientists only have the original com
codes. They check out."
"Than open it Wufei! We need to know what happened." Urged
Quatre.
A few final taps and the message displayed on the screen. It was
not what they expected.
03, 04, 05, unable to leave location. Further information on your
arrival. Come without your Gundams due to present situation. SEC 7
PAR 10 VEC 2 LIN 5
"Are you sure it’s from them?" asked Quatre scratching
his head in confusion.
"Positive. It’s brief, that’s Yuy’s touch
for the essentials only." Answered Wufei.
"If they can’t leave maybe one or both are injured."
Worried Quatre.
"If one was seriously injured, they could have contacted us
earlier or at least mentioned it in the message. How could they have
gotten injured? There was no resistance to their attack." Stated
Wufei.
"They said not to come with our Gundams. OZ is still swarming
around the area looking for them. It would be a danger to us as well,
so better to use alternate transport." Added Trowa.
"Check those coordinates on the map; let’s see where they’re
supposed to be. Whatever the situation, we must be extra cautious.
It could still be a trap. They could be in custody, with them and
the Gundams used as bait to capture us as well." Said Wufei.
"Let’s get started then, whatever the situation is, they
need us." Quatre finished.
*******
The coordinates led them to a hilly countryside over looking a small
town. It was a considerable distance from the orphanage site and they
did not encounter any OZ troops. The area was relatively quiet and
they appeared for all intents and purposes as three teenage boys going
on a camping trip.
Wufei drove, Quatre guided with the map and Trowa studied the surroundings
for signs of the hidden Gundams. They had been traveling for hours
along the narrow twisting roads and the sun had already past its zenith.
"Quatre, are you sure your reading the map correctly?"
asked a frustrated Wufei.
"Yes I am Wufei, Trowa checked earlier also. We’re going
in the right direction."
"This better not be one on Maxwell’s jokes." Huffed
Wufei.
"Let’s stop a minute and look it over again. Maybe it’s
just a case of not being able to see the forest though the trees."
Trowa said calmly.
Trowa took the map from Quatre and examined it again. There had to
be a place large and secluded enough to hide two Gundams. "Ahh
!" Trowa exclaimed as he looked at the map legend. "They
have to be here, Putman Caverns, an old tourist attraction closed
down over thirty years ago." Announced Trowa.
"How much further then?" sighed Quatre.
“Actually, only about two miles. We should go on foot so not
to attract attention. We are supposed to be hiking and camping."
Trowa answered.
"You would think that they would be looking for us as well."
Snipped Wufei.
"I don’t feel as if they are in danger." Quatre said
as he put his hand to his chest.
"Then hold me back from strangling them with my bare hands when
I see them if all is well." Grunted Wufei as he settled the pack
on his back.
*******
As they rounded the bend they approached an open area, though over
grown with vegetation, that was shaped like a few buildings. The flat
open meadow, obviously now, a former parking lot. They picked their
way past the dilapidated entrance gate looking for any sign that would
lead them to their friends.
"This is starting to feel like a wild goose chase. I can almost
hear Maxwell laughing at us." Fumed Wufei.
They stood silently as they surveyed the area. A flash of light caught
Quatre’s eye. "Trowa, hand me your binoculars, I think
I see something."
Focusing the lenses Quatre could just make out the outline of a metal
arm, with a hint of red paint. "I’m sure that’s Wing
up there. Look for yourself." Quatre handed the binoculars back
to Trowa to confirm his sighting.
"You’re right; there is also a trail that leads up to
the opening. There’s been no sign of OZ patrols, so I feel it’s
safe to conclude no trap. But let’s be careful."
*******
They approached the cavern opening slowly, covering each other. From
the edge they could see Wing and Deathscythe, no sign of Heero or
Duo.
"Heero….Duo…." Quatre called, his voice echoing
eerily. No one answered.
"I’ve had it with all these games. Maxwell, Yuy, show
yourselves if you’re here." Shouted Wufei. Again, silence
answered.
"Maybe they left on foot, couldn’t wait anymore?"
suggested Quatre.
"I don’t think Duo would leave Deathscythe’s cockpit
wide open if they did, would you?" Trowa pointed upward. "Cover
me, I’ll check it out."
After a few minutes of waiting, Trowa signaled them both to come
up to the cockpit.
"They’re no longer here, but they’ve left us a message."
Trowa indicated the scrolling red letters floating across a monitor
on the main console.
Within the cramped cockpit of Deathscythe they huddled around the
screen ready for an explanation. The screen came to life showing a
healthy and uninjured Heero and Duo looking very solemn.
"Hi Guys." Duo began. "You’re probably aware
of what happened with…. with the last mission." Duo hesitated,
swallowing hard before beginning again. "Though we don’t
have proof, we’re sure it was another OZ trap. We were tricked
again and many innocent people died. That’s what this message
is all about. Heero and me had a long talk and made a decision. Whether
you’ll agree or not is up to you, but for us…. It just
feels like something we have to do." Duo glanced at Heero. "We’ve
been fighting for peace for such a long time. Friends become enemies
and enemies become friends. We just don’t know who we’re
fighting with or for what we’re fighting for any more. We’re
confused. It can’t be about just hacking apart mobile suits
and military bases anymore. We’ve lost sight of our goal and
most of all we’ve lost hope for the future. A person can’t
continue on without hope, so our next mission is to find and regain
that hope. We need to be reminded of what we really are fighting for.
We don’t feel we can keep fighting unless we do." Duo stood
silently looking at Heero, waiting for him to speak next.
"For that reason, we are entrusting Wing and Deathscythe in
your care. Don’t attempt to find us. If necessary, find new
pilots for them."
(This part was supposed to be in 2 columns, but it didn’t format
correctly) they take place at the same time.
A motorcycle carrying two passengers rode along the empty trail that
traveled through a tiny valley with rolling hills. The two young teens
stopped along a bubbling stream that was once beside a wonderful and
happy place. Now all that was left standing were the remains of a
small chapel.
"Are you sure you want to stop here?" Heero asked.
"Yeah, there’s one thing left I have to do." Duo
answered, dismounting and picking his way to the chapel, followed
by Heero.
Duo lit one of the few remaining candles on the alter, before kneeling.
"I know it’s been a while since I talked with you Sister
Helen and Father Maxwell and I’m sorry about that. You know
what happened; now we need you help."
"I pray you’ll be our eyes
and watch us where we go
and help us to be wise
in times when we don’t know.
Let this be our prayer
When we lose our way
Lead us to a place
Guide us with your grace
To a place where we’ll be safe.
We dream of a world without violence
A world of justice and hope.
We take our neighbors hand
A symbol of peace and brotherhood.
I pray we’ll find your light
And hold it in our hearts
When stars go out each night,
When shadows fill our day,
Give us faith so we’ll be safe.
We ask that life be kind
And watch us from above
Let this be our prayer
Just like every child
And the faith you’ve lit inside us
I feel will save us. (3)
Together, they left hand in hand.
*******
They all stared unbelieving as the message ended and the screen faded
to black. Not a word was spoken until they reached the ground.
"Cowards! How can they just run away? They have no honor."
Ranted Wufei.
"Then you didn’t really listen Wufei, you only heard words."
Countered Trowa who turned to Quatre for his opinion.
Quatre held his hand over his heart, asking for guidance. "For
them it is the right choice, we can only support them in their quest."
"How can we help them, if we don’t know what their plans
are?" Asked Wufei.
"There’s only one way right now." Quatre reached
out to hold his friends hands, and bowed his head.
"We pray you’ll be their eyes
and watch them where they go
and help them to be wise
in times when they don’t know.
Let this be our prayer
When they lose their way
Lead them to a place
Guide them with your grace
To a place where they’ll be safe.
We dream of a world without violence
A world of justice and hope
We take our neighbors hand
A symbol of peace and brother hood.
We pray they’ll find your light
And hold it in their hearts
When stars go each night
When shadows fills their day
Guide them with your grace
give them faith so they’ll be safe.
We ask that life be kind
and watch them from above.
Let this be our prayer
Just like every child
And the faith you’ve lit inside them,
I feel will save us. (3)
Together, they left hand in hand.
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Owari
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(1) Macchine De Guerra ( Machines of War) by A.Smith. Found on Andrea
Bocelli’s CD Romanza. This is the song that started the story
in my head. Full lyrics to follow.
(2) The CD "The Very Best of Meat Loaf" most of the songs
written by Jim Steinman.What can I say; I was in the mood for Meatloaf.
Many tacks on this double CD wove their way into this story, esp.
" A Kiss is a terrible thing to waste/ tire tracks and broken
hearts”, "We should have been home by now", “Is
Nothing Sacred "
(3) The Prayer: by Carole Bayer/David Foster. Found on Andrea Bocelli’s
CD Songo sung with Celine Dion.
Macchine De Guerra (Machines of War)
If it were simple I would tell you,
But there is confusion within and here around me.
You prefer evasion and perhaps it is not your fault;
I could try some other time but, it is not me you have to heed.
Barefoot we walk on the broken glass and then we touch with dirty
hands,
We wound one another, all the signals have broken down,
Pale and spent in the dark;
I could try some other time but, it is not me you have to heed.
Listen to your heart and see if it is beating
Look where you are running to and stop,
Listen to the pain of the world;
We are lost along the way,
Orphans of life,
War machines
But why?
There is no time left to look at a star above us,
Everything is pre-paid, printed and credited to us;
But can you not realize, not give a damn and go away
With steps of feigned happiness.
But the blood is also yours.
Listen to your heart and see if it is beating
Look where you are running to and stop,
Listen to the pain of the world;
We are lost along the way
Orphans of life
War Machines
But why?
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