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 Sep 2016 The forgotten one
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You have
silenced my demons;

Now you're one of them
 Sep 2016 The forgotten one
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Baby
Every time i try to complete you
You break me
In my obsession
With protecting you
In my commitment
To shielding you
From the treachery of the world
I forgot
That perhaps
What posed to you the most danger
Were not your father's threats
Or the demons lurking
In the shadows of your past.
I forgot to protect you
From myself
With my wine-stained lips
And my blood-stained hands
All skin
And bones
And monster
We've all at one moment wished we were something more,
much like a superhero who saves just before time hits zero.
Making a name for yourself in history like all those before,
because someone that is remembered is what makes a hero.

But I believe a hero is someone who can change the world,
someone who has suffered and yet still helps others to fly,
who teaches others to move forward with wings unfurled.
I believe heroes never surrender, those that are born to die.
We do not have yesterday
That time has flown quickly by
A random series of moments
Gone in the blink of an eye

Such a pretty collection
Of memories to recall
Captured in dusty images
Hung the length of the hall

Every one is slowly fading
Was that shirt red or blue
Life quietly seeping away
With their diminishing hue

We do not have tomorrow
That is not how this world works
The future is a distant land
Where only the unknown lurks

Nothing but an empty canvas
Waiting without a frame
We paint it with expectation
In some kind of guessing game

There is no map to guide you
To show you the easy way
Just some unspoken promise
We have forgotten to say

We know all we have is now
This time is ours to own
One brief second to make a mark
One brief second then it's gone

Let our hearts beat together
In rhythm with earth and sky
Squeezing the most from today
No regrets we wave it goodbye

Nothing matters but this time
Enjoying the present with you
Until the sun splits the dark
And the world wakens anew
For Rose a beautiful spirit who died too young
The story's written all the same
As many before with varied names:
They met, they loved, they grew apart
While one remembered, one forgot.
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