EPT
Fire, ash, burning in a black sky
Empty, gone, embers left as lullabies
We watched as the mansions burned
Tried to forsake every action we've learned
Reminiscing on everything I've wished
Truth be told, we don't exist
She told me she saw it as a gift
Truth be told, I see it as a rift
The tales we were told are just echoes
Yet all that changed was the tempo
He said we never really prayed
But we always dreamed we'd never fade
When our days, they run away
When we lose the war we've fought
This is all for naught
We'll never find a way
But if you close your eyes
Maybe you can hear
But if I close my eyes
Maybe it'd be here
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I felt bad that I haven't posted anything in a while, so here's a taste. Something bigger is coming. Stay tuned.
