some things can't be treated.

Submit • Archive So sing for every buried moment
That you thought would never end
And sing your fears about the future
And a dirge for faded friends
For all the love that you had held to
Why it somehow failed to keep
And sing for each minute you've been frightened
Every hour you've lost sleep
And sing for all your friends and family
Sing for those who didn't survive
But sing not for their final outcome
Sing a song of how they tried
We live amidst a silent storm
Leaves us unsatisfied at best
So fill your heart with what's important
And be done with all the rest

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