Flaming souls entwined in sorrow
With no future, no hope for a tomorrow
Hold on still, the morning will dawn
It’s what you say, that all is not gone
Can you make them one
What can you really do
When they come undone
Your pearls of wisdom
Fall short of the radiance
That their love exuded
What you offer is only sympathy
Wrapped in the colour red
Theirs is the story that will be hushed
Theirs would be a fable
Albeit, battered and crushed.
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