In the beginning, we had it all. The fervor of youth, the fire beneath. The feeling it would last forever. But the grass withered without Water, To our heart's discontent.
We felt burned under the Son and watched the bridge smolder. The strength of the storm overtook our faith. Heartbroken.
Our story lends itself to revision. Time has already stolen so much. But we cannot change all these memories
Our story lends itself to be revisited. From what the moths have stolen. But time cannot steal what happened.
Where we all came from. Monuments that I will never tear down. Markers in our days to remember truth and embrace the future.
Through our past.
Hurting for what has been lost. Yearning for that which is to come. Do not be so quick to forget. That we were all in this… Together. We all went through this, together...
Growing anguish. Growing emptiness. Voids untamed - that deepen our sorrow. I won’t forget.
What was accomplished in and with us. Things dismissed as coincidence. Becoming numb to our experience. I can’t forget. These times.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
