Poem is for @Th3-C4r3t4k3r. Music is for @SUPA_HEROBRIAN Plz read the poem.
When the dust is scattered across the ground There is some damage done to the people spreading that dust. But in order to understand our feelings, we must recover what we lost. No words can heal our wounds, nor can they be the cause. It's understood that everyone goes, but no questions on who really knows. An unmarked grave and known memories, both will be forgotten. No one can change the past nor the future, but together we can know our reason. The reasons we are here. It's complicated, but in the light, it will make sense. While others may not give us a glance, we will shine brighter than them. We may never get that chance to feel that warmth And be stuck in the cold But we still are caring for those Who is too weak to really know That the truth that has been shown. As our final hour ticks, and the minutes go by We understand that we'll all die. That's no reason to be sad, but we celebrate our lives. Our souls might get lost along the way, but forever, we'll stay strong. And through the darkest nights, there is a dawn.
