Intro

[Child]: Tell me the one about the aliens!
[Father]: That's not the nicest word...
[Child]: But thats what they called us
[Father]: Fair enough my child, look...
They were a culmination of stardust, hopes and dreams...
And social constructs that stitched them at the seams...
Art and poetry were all some of them breathed...
And they could feel an immense kindness
Like no other being...
[Child]: Wow... They sound so peaceful
[Father]: Some of them were...
But, my child I have yet to tell you about their wars
[Child]: Did they really kill each other?
For money and fame?
But dad, how does one get that carried away?
[Father]: Their lives weren't exactly easy, you see...
The fear of imminent death
Brought kingdoms to their knees...
They were masters of finding joy
In the cracks of all that's broken...
But they often felt grief
In a way that shattered them
[Child]: And... so they stayed that way?
[Father]: No, not at all...
Their strength was like nothing else...
They slayed their numerous demons
And somehow touched the skies all the way from the ground
[Child]: Hold on, I don't understand...
Were they not the same ones
Destroying their planet with their own hands?
[Father]: Yes...
They also extended those hands to those in need...
And created music like nothing the universe had ever seen
[Child]: Their story is amazing...
But something doesn't quiet make sense
[Father]: Ah, yes you've noticed...
I speak of them in the past tense
[Child]: Why are they gone?
Why are we here instead?
[Father]: Well...
Their...
Humanity was not enough to save them in the end.



Credits
Writer(s): Bayan Almasri
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