You’re lost
Not a speck of your dust remains
You were not a mistake
You were not in vain
Their last words that of falling down
Sinking in, giving up
Broken smiles grace their features
Glazed looks take over
But for our hearts
And the marks they left
For love rewards love
And ignorance, hate
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
You’re lost
Not a speck of your dust remains
You were not a mistake
You were not in vain
Their last words that of falling down
Sinking in, giving up
Broken smiles grace their features
Glazed looks take over
But for our hearts
And the marks they left
For love rewards love
And ignorance, hate
For the fallen Winchesters.
