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Nevermore Will Never Compromise
I spun a dream, and bedded down in cradles of tomorrow. I never heard the silent sounds of that approaching sorrow. I knew that trials would come but pledged I would be brave you and I were both so young with many memories to stage. And I prepared for all our wars and I prepared for victory but nothing could prepare me for the ache of tender memories. I smiled through pain; you were my prize and yet my soul aches with the dawn. No mask I wear disguises bitter eyes now that your future is all gone. The album pages blankly stare and trick my mind into imagining that I’d have smiled more with you there to be the wind beneath my wings. The rocking chair’s my mourning throne that creaks a weepy lullaby; a flameless candle; too soon blown rips through the thoughts of you and I. My anger crushed by tears my hope beat down by Fate a childless mother with too many years, to many questions to subdue… And strings of dreams still come unraveled and Time itself has been my curse and makes those precious moments feel like gravel and pickles anger to extend the thirst: for the dreams, the trials, the babe I’d nursed, escape from dreams by body bore, the empty void that feels like it’ll burst, the broken heart my soul can not afford. I promised love for you forevermore, I said I’d paint you brighter skies but I’m a mommy nevermore… and nevermore will never compromise.
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