Carry the new
Past the pond of lament
Bury their shadows
Beneath the course, hot cement.
Gather their flowers
To bloom
With regret.
Don't let their bones
Fracture,
So fragile
Within love's
Deep
Decent.
Torture the innocent
But let them
Die brave
With scars that won't heal
And love that can't crave
Let their passion
Still burn
On life's early grave
Let them sing
Let them rejoice,
Let them ponder
Their way free
Let them feel
How I felt
Before we became
You and me.
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