last of the story

we’re here
surrounded by scattered parts and trampled flowers
counting down the hours
‘til we die
for the last time in this life
on this plane
we grew shallow
with fragile roots of ice
unable to sustain the weight
of everybody’s blame
mules of the world unite
we must carry all the pain
and somehow
you think
we have asked for this

we’re not your burden
you can be sure you are ours
we are not weak
we are not strong
we can only carry on
the sand is spilling
time is slipping away
there is no peace to resurrect
only regrets gone astray

we’re here
will you remember our faces
how we smiled through the tears
and laughed not complained
every shut eye ain’t sleep
don’t mistake the loss for gain
and somehow
you think
we have asked for this


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