The friends we make,
The songs we sing.
All the colours that are
And the flowers that were.
Every coin we own
Every piece of land we dont,
All the stories untold
And the kings and their courts.
For every beetle that buzzed
And all the sciences we learned
For those days of concern
And the bombs that rang.
Every puzzle unsolved
All the bridges that crumbled
Every ounce of determination
And every cowardly act.
Every angry rebuke
All the splashing water
The hordes off laughter
And the murders in vain
All the ties we've made
And the chill of the winds
All the names we've called
And the stars we reach for.
Every word of wisdom
And every cry of pain
All the blood and the strife,
The things we do, in the name of life.
The songs we sing.
All the colours that are
And the flowers that were.
Every coin we own
Every piece of land we dont,
All the stories untold
And the kings and their courts.
For every beetle that buzzed
And all the sciences we learned
For those days of concern
And the bombs that rang.
Every puzzle unsolved
All the bridges that crumbled
Every ounce of determination
And every cowardly act.
Every angry rebuke
All the splashing water
The hordes off laughter
And the murders in vain
All the ties we've made
And the chill of the winds
All the names we've called
And the stars we reach for.
Every word of wisdom
And every cry of pain
All the blood and the strife,
The things we do, in the name of life.
1 comment:
true indeed. And so sad.
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