Best to forget; best to let go.home
I will give your heart a place to rest when everything you had has turned and left. I'll weave your names into my rib cage, lock your hearts inside my chest, regain the passion I once carried, do away with all the rest. I tore the sickness from your bodies, smashed its head against the bricks. I made a castle from its bones that you may always dwell in it. So, sing for every buried moment that you'd thought would never end, and sing your fears about the future, and a dirge for faded friends. For all the love that you had held to, why it somehow failed to keep. And sing each minute you've been frightened, every hour that you've lost sleep, and sing for all your friends and family; sing for those who didn't survive. But sing not for their final outcome; sing a song of how they tried. We live amidst a violent storm; leaves us unsatisfied at best, so fill your heart with what's important, and be done with all the rest.