In the tomorrow songs,
will they be singing of us?
Or will the words talk of someone
Who let fear grip his tongue?
I fear too much.
I feel so much that any break
feels like a cascading wave,
crushing my heart into dust.
In those songs sung
under flaming ruby skies,
will they be singing of the one
that never shared his voice?
and the other who kept
her mouth closed tight?
And under endless nights
will the chorus
just be a chant of why?
In future songs,
will they sing of how
they spent their nights
whispering to the moon?
Asking it to ignite fires,
when inside they
already burned so bright.
Will the songs talk
of love walking
down differing streets?
In stumbled footsteps,
always just out of reach.
Or will the songs sing
of love that found them,
wrapped together
after years of searching?
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