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Statues
A friendship of fire, becoming that the heart desires
Yet afraid to embrace, to fully escape into the emerald eyes of your grace.
Afraid to stoak the romantic flames -
In fear they may smoulder then disappear,
And what would be left, rubble amongst ruin.
Pompe with its ashes, our souls forever tombed in -
The statues of the future from the ignorance of our present and past.
But these strings, these strings are more than attached -
Their embedded into me, reaching for you
© Words Of Anthrax
Yet afraid to embrace, to fully escape into the emerald eyes of your grace.
Afraid to stoak the romantic flames -
In fear they may smoulder then disappear,
And what would be left, rubble amongst ruin.
Pompe with its ashes, our souls forever tombed in -
The statues of the future from the ignorance of our present and past.
But these strings, these strings are more than attached -
Their embedded into me, reaching for you
© Words Of Anthrax
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