Fire through me, my love,
with what little we have left, I am
barely moving
So crawl back from forth
to the iron walls we've born
from the things that at one time were
and now may never be
"Deeper!" Cries the edges caught in me
as I strive to keep the light alive
and never cut the smile
To wires, from dust
from man to broken machine;
I am what I swore I never was
without you here with me.
So drag back the bits of purest stone
to make diamonds from what is nearly gone
and form a world from all that's left
of what I'd sworn we had
Fire through me, my life,
with what little I am, you are
fighting against this war.
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-Thefallout
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