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Someone always said goodbye Sometime long oh long ago Roses, speeches, tears and silence People sleeping down below Someone always said goodbye Sometime long so long ago Graveyards blooming wild with flowers Framing names that no one knows Someone always said goodbye Sometime endless years ago Sky like fire, air like poison Silence and then ash like snow Someone never said goodbye Some forgotten time ago Sunny days on family portraits One blink, an erasing glow Someone's here to say goodbye now An eternity has passed Sunlight on a simple gravestone Son and wife can rest at last

How do you ever stop putting yourself first how do you balance the needs and the thirst for acknowledgement, for money and pride, born of a hunger that doesn't feel right Is there a way to change who you are that does not bend and break you too far that does not crack the precisely assembled bits and pieces of a you, once in shambles The one that you built so tender and scared in hope and the little courage you dared to have after a time of intense degradation that long since pushed you into self-isolation Say, how do you forget the days gone by that no more matter, but still make you cry, the remnants of a time that you barely recall, sti

Glass between me and the stars they're bright and twinkling in the dark and sometimes when I've nodded off I think I've seen a little spark. My eyes grown old, I can't be sure but memory still serves me right, I've seen before, when I was young, that spark of gold high in the night. It was the night of my near-death, when war had almost claimed my soul, my breath so short, the scent of blood, and death was soon to take its toll. Then brightest light lit up the sky, from golden towers, arches long, with wings of freedom, tempting beauty, whispering a timeless song of joy, of hope, serenity; a story, though its end felt nigh; of how to give

Stay true to yourself, stand by your words Do not let the storm rip and tear you apart Do not give in when the wind starts to hurt Stand by what you know is right in your heart

On the eve of war, as the ash storms entwined and their lights outshone our withdrawing star, I took my siblings to head for the forest and the silvery shores of Alvanaar. There waited the waters, the glistening spray, of falls that seemed like they'd been here forever, withstanding the centuries, embracing the memories that tell of a time when life here was better. With clammy fingers we'd clutched our hands that trembled like earthquakes in fury and fright, And nothing would end this, our fear of tomorrow, not even this truly beautiful sight, For all that I saw and all I could feel, were ice in the air and the shore and the lake, as if a