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The times we tire
we write what we like
we write what we love
we write what it means to love
we write about what we deem is enough
but we dont write love
I see the heavens
I feel the earth
I watch the world from a silent hearth
The coldest fire
for the warmest liar
Hiding all that I require
Watching them sink as they tire
Destroying bridges that were once wired
Patching old wounds with new fires
I regret all the spirits that I once hired
I am no longer the man with the fire
Just a person who wants to retire
To finally end this choir
© Yohan Gray
we write what we love
we write what it means to love
we write about what we deem is enough
but we dont write love
I see the heavens
I feel the earth
I watch the world from a silent hearth
The coldest fire
for the warmest liar
Hiding all that I require
Watching them sink as they tire
Destroying bridges that were once wired
Patching old wounds with new fires
I regret all the spirits that I once hired
I am no longer the man with the fire
Just a person who wants to retire
To finally end this choir
© Yohan Gray
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