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Three empty words

There was a poem called "Loss" once carved into stones
It had three words, but the poet scratched them out
It was three empty words that once dug his grave
It was three empty words that once bled him dry

I know some of us get lost in the fire
But some of us are built from it
Get to learn to embrace the storms
'Cause without rain nothing grows
Not all storms come to disrupt your life
Some just approach to clear your path
No, I never wished you rain my dear
I always wished you the beauty of storms

Horizon - Tempest

Let's drink on our mistakes
Let's drink on these old memories
Let's get lost in the storms
Let's get lost in our fire
Let's drink
Forget
Let's drink
Forget

You know some men can't be negotiated or reasoned with
'Cause some of them just want to watch the world burn
That's why I'll never rise from the ashes my dear
'Cause I am them, I'm the whole fucking fire
I know we must have our hearts broken sometimes
'Cause having them broken also means we tried for something
I know a ship's safe in a harbour but that's not what it's built for
We must get broken sometimes 'cause that is how the light gets in

...That is how the light get's in...

Let's drink on our mistakes
Let's drink on these old memories
Let's get lost in the storms
Let's get lost in our fire

And I'll keep these songs in mind
For funerals yet to come
As my memories will fade
But wounds will still remain
And I wish I also knew which songs
Remind other people of me
You too used to be about music
And the songs that carried us
...Through sleepless nights...

You may think I write about my own misery
But I'm really writing about yours
You are living in a world of fire and brimstone
Just not to die from the cold inside

Sometimes we think we are keeping a secret
But sometimes that secret eventually keeps us
That's why we give flowers mostly to the dead
'Cause regret is way stronger than our gratitude

There is a poem called "distress" carved into my chest
It too had three words, but the poet scratched them out
It was three empty words that dug my grave
It's three empty words that bled me dry

And I'll keep these songs in mind
For funerals yet to come
As my memories will fade
But wounds will still remain
And I wish I also knew which songs
Remind other people of me
You too used to be about music
And the songs that carried us
...Through sleepless nights...