Praise

When we exalt the dead
We forget all their dread
A human that we laughed, cried and failed with
Soon becomes legend and myth

They reached higher than anyone before
To bring us to heights higher evermore
We sing their name in praise
And make impossible, all their ways

A person full of heart, goodness, and sin
To a person of stature, we could never win
And as we revere and anoint
We missed the whole point

That such reverence and glory
Can be attained in our own story
Whether as duty, as needed, or for recognition
Great deeds are possible within all our cognition

We sing the praise of those that past
Not for their honour, but for possibility vast
Singing the name of a being we cannot attain
Is the continued story of humanity’s pain
And with their doubts, these legends did not wane 
And our mythologizing their name is driving them insane