Mortal Hymn

Mortals are as fragile as dust, but they hold up the entire sky. But no one ever remembers their names and deeds, no one holds flowers for them, no one goes to their tombstones, no one bless them, no one loves them, no one cries for them. But they saved the world in their own way, and I want to write for them, write their own legend, and remember it for future generations.