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I am changed
Which is not to say that I have changed
So much as that I have been altered
Made different
I have learned
Which is not to say that I have learned
The grace to see these lessons as a blessing
Or as a strength
Time will take its liking of us all
Time will never, ever give it back
We are simple things
Seeking simple things
Forever lying just beyond our grasp
All of us
Blind and unknowable
Struggling, stumbling
Friend, may you never learn how truly alone you are
I have learned
Which is not to say that I have learned
The grace to see these lessons as a blessing
Or as a strength
I am changed
Which is not to say that I have changed
So much as that I have been altered
Made different
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Such Pretty Embers
04:27
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The days draw long
Upon a lonely throne
Defeated in body
In spirit, in soul
To struggle on
In this wounded way
Is it so noble
To wander the ruin you have made of your home?
I know how you feel
I have felt the same
The things we love,
They make such pretty embers
As we cast them to the flame
We cannot unmake
The fire we have built
Of our lives so find comfort
In its light, in its warmth
I know how you feel
I have felt the same
The things we love,
They make such pretty embers
As we cast them to the flame
We cannot unmake
The fire we have built
Of our lives so find comfort
In its light, in its warmth
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An Elegy
03:57
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Such a shame
Such a tragedy
So they say
Weeping performatively
Please, grant me the mercy of sparing me your empathy
Empty as it is
Go, friend
See the names worn dim with years
See the graves in want of flowers
All just ghosts in fading memory
All just stones
How quickly we forget the dead
What a waste
A catastrophe
So they say
As they wring their hands performatively
Please
Grant me the strength to cast aside your sympathy
As hollow as it is
Go, friend
See the tombs they've left untended
So the marks grow thin with age
All now lost to fated history
All just stones without a name
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The Quiet
04:09
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Compassion bends
In the light of the the truth
That I'll never see you again
How small of me
How weak
But I am only a man
There has never been a quiet quite like this between us before
There will never be a moment like this between us again
Leave me to my grief
Here now, pining
I await the gathering heartbreak
With the very same fear
As the doomed men noosed upon the gallows
I'll let this moment stand as a monument
For the innocents we were
I'll let this this quiet be
A silence for the innocence we lost
Leave me to my grief
Leave me to my mourning
Leave me to my grief
Leave me to my silence
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