There’s a crack along this pipeline dream
it’s a line still small but the memories leak
and our friendship crumbles with every bleed
I’ll try to fix it if you’ll try with me.

I am nearly vanquished yet but my hope
keeps me forging forth though my wick is low.
Resilience lays down; her weapons broke
She compels the fates to take me home.

This plot was once ruled by you and me
when I was king and you my queen
but the wage of time changed our motif
to a bitter fate which choked our seed.

In the face of consequence and life
comes the very moment to decide
do we stop our breath from pushing sighs
and in turn we let our history die?

There’s a crack along this pipeline dream
it’s a fracture large and the memories leak
now our friendship crumbles from all the bleed
but it can still be fixed if you’ll just believe…