‘Breeze Catches The Ashes'


We've made it through icy rain and frozen dark
But, just as we're at our most saturated and hard,
Probability splashes molasses on our hearth

We've weathered the coldest and the most soulless parts
But, just as we finally manage to strike a spark,
Reality snatches the matches from our grasp

We've survived more evils and upheavals than I swear there are
But, just as we learn to tackle our prospective paths,
The breeze catches the ashes of our hearts…

Catches the ashes of our hearts.

 

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