We all maintain, that which keeps us going. Not to sway. Not to stagger, tears falling rain. The dust has settled. But you're still choking. Hold on to, that which keeps you, from being broken. The news that was coming all along well it hits hard when i finds you and it leaves you oh so weary. In this death is this right don't let your will be swallowed by the night, the tracks still shake as your sorrow lingers. And sorrow remains with each new spring thaw recanting pain like a summer song. It's time now to take a step, one foot before the next. Blessed are the meek of heart and blessed are the wrecks. There comes a time to sleep to dream of better things than this place and we can still go back as we try to move on. It's hard to make sense in all this shit when you're tattered and your torn but i'll try to mend you as I depend on you your strength. Hate works like erosion, strangles emotion, hangs like an ocean. Because we're torn apart from the inside. Don't let go, of memories etched in stone, reach to those on whom you depend, together to defend, from all that's not ours, that shouldn't be ours to bear.