Fire

Saltnpaper

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You fall from your eloquence
As you have no one to speak for you
The tears you bleed them out
Through the clouds they disappear
It leaves your tongue tied
So plead back to these
That float like the angels
Before they see you fall
And now you're on your own again
But no worries
Your friends will be waiting for you

Rain down on this grass
We buried love to dust
Now the fire grows