Beautiful

[i_am_third]

When it gets soft,
I remember the loud times,
the shrills of the roller coaster,
the roar of the fans,
the wailing on the guitar.

Then when it gets loud,
I often think of the soft times,
the quiet moments spent,
no talking, just thinking,
and when the words were spoken,
so softly
they
came,

And then they were gone,
lost to eternity
the times shared,
the laughter
fades.

And so we all sit
by the fires
of worlds apart
without the pain
and remember

the day