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who will be the first

to place flowers on a grave

to repell the chill of innocence

to bottle the sound of silence

what moments of night we save

i could sit and ponder

a single sweet sunset

and waste the dawn peering

that never compares to your eyes

sweet as the moment we met

these roads are endless

we just lose the will to wander on

never stop the journey

our house is filled with chapters

and our hearts in need of rest

but i would capture the joy of moments

seize the atmosphere of gentle mornings

to put memory to test

the sky is as infinite

as a single flowered bloom

and we crash down the blissed

locked deep within despair

melancholy and gloom

these roads are endless

we just lose the will to wander on

never stop the journey

i will take a mason jar

and capture every burnt out star

every smile we dare to shatter

every dream we crack and batter

every moment we went too far

and i can see a red door

closed tight to our limits

i'll resist every rusted hinge

splinter my hands with effort

to reclaim our lost kismet

these roads are endless

we just lose the will to wander on

never stop the journey