i felt inspired and made a cover for my Camp NaNo story. Stock providers: it will not be used commercially!
Cloud NineWaking up is the hardest thing to doBeing pulled from the safety of your dreamsReturned to hard walking where once you flewReality weighs too much, splitting seamsThere is too much to do to pause and liveDragged into the tide of societyYou must be productive not creativeThey put a limit on varietyThey won’t understand what I am sick ofWhy won’t they stop and look at what they’ve made?Even efficient machines cannot loveAnd make the dreamer’s dreams begin to fadeOur world has pulled us down from our Cloud NineAnd forced us to pretend that we are fine.
She is in the Choice She MadeOf course you are your father's son,the stag that stole the doe away,so she is there when all is done.You flaunt the victory he won,arrogant as the dawning day.Of course you are your father's son.Your bravery won't let you run.You'll never leave your friends at bay,so she is there when all is done.My life is old, yours just begun.Where I once ran you joined the fray.Of course you are your father's son.You are my charge, the only one.The duty fends off this dismay,so she is there when all is done.The choice she made won't be undone.You'll be her memory always.Of course you are your father's sonso she is there when all is done.
The DoeShe dances through the trees in silence,glowing from inside, innocentHer heart is sure and whispers love,each soft step strong with peaceas she leads me through the darknessalways patient, always waitingOf all the life surrounding uswatching our journey past,she seems the most alive of allfilled with light and hope and spirit,though I cannot see her breatheas she guides me through the lonelinessalways silent, always purealways free, always thereAlways, always.