The crash
and the burn
The gap and
the hole
After all
it ended
A new fight
started
The residuals
told the story
The ashes
gave the hints
But all
that left free were dead bodies
Souls were
still trapped and tangled
Some stories
end like this
And some
stories start from this
We are the
players but we can’t decide
We are the
leads but we don’t have control
Are these
excuses and we are just denying
Because we
don’t want to fight with bled souls
Or we have already
become ore?
Later is
not the case for sure!
The souls
are still trapped and tangled
The souls
we have to set free
Free from
deception and perception
They will
be united
Because they
never fell apart
And they
never can be...
