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[spamlives]

Beneath the rubble of time
And the banality of everyday
Underneath the innuendos
Buried, gone to the frey
Lies the burden of grief
The emptiness of a light burned out
Echos of memories of laughter
Shadows of the essence of doubt
Have I made you proud?
Touched the things that you held high?
And will I find find my place with you
On the bittersweet day that I die?

When the rubble settles
The sadness that sleeps inside
Forces thoughts of confusion
Pain that is not mine to hide
And i strive to be your light
To keep your memory alive
Without your beacon
There's no reason to survive