eritzkak

When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain, and the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain. In the shadow of the forest, though she may be old and worn, they will stare unbelieving at the last unicorn.

I've done a lot of thinking about this lyrics, and I've never really known why, but it means a lot to me. I get a strange and warm feeling when I sing along to this. I've finally concluded that I care about it so much because I am the unicorn. I'm the last of my kind.

I've always been the last of my kind. I've never really had a friend or something that I've felt a close connection to. Okay, Nahed is a big exception, because I've never had a closer friend. Hell, we read each others thoughts sometimes! But still, she doesn't understand me in some situations. She don't know everything that's going on inside my head. I don't even understand me from time to time!

But I've learned that I'm the last unicorn. When I was younger I didn't understand that, and thought that I was a freak, and instead of showing who I really was, I hid in the shadows, not even my closest friends knew my big secret.

When I walk in the school past people, they clearly see me. I'm not afraid to show my true self anymore. Though I feel like when I walk on the road to the bus in the morning. I can feel the drivers hateful eyes on me, 'she doesn't belong here.' They avoid me, they're afraid of breaking the last unicorn.

In school, some still sees me either as a freak, or as a fake. Like a horse with a plastic horn on her head. But I'm not fake. I'm tired of hiding in the shadows. And my good friend Nahed, without her I would still be hiding in the shadows. She's that good horse friend who has a plastic horn. Not because she's fake, no, because she doesn't want me to feel all alone in this world, to lure me out of the shadows.

I see the world as the forest, and each human as a last animal. The last eagle is a human who is free, who dare to show the world what she's made of. The last lion is a human who walk with pure pride. She know she has respect in the forest, well earned respect. But all animals either hide in the shadows because they're ashamed of what they really are, and haven't seen the beauty in the animal they represent. Other tries to be 'normal' and dresses as everybody else. They cover up their unique abilities and looks, so that they can be one in the crowd.

I also think that we all are unicorns in our own world. Either we show who we are, or we hide in the shadows and cover up the only thing that makes us unique, our horn. I also think that in our own world, we are the last unicorn, while everybody else are the remaining animals in the forest.

When the first breath of winter, through the flowers is icing. And you look to the north, and a pale moon is rising. And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn. In the distance hear the laughter of the last unicorn.

I really feel sorry for those who sees me as a freak. I know what I am, I'm unique, one of a kind, the last of it's sort. I laugh at the humans that only sees me as different, outstanding. I'm just showing the world who I really am, and they just have to live with it. We can't get rid of our horns, we can't stop being unique. Stop bullying people who tries to find out what their horns abilities are, you might scare them back to the shadows, and we can't lose our last unicorn!