quiet roar

wild dreams and quiet nights,
these are lives little lies;
where hearts and minds once sung and danced,
tears of repentance dare not fall.

of all the leaves to wither and fall,
a soul is the last to die,
for here in a trench of blood and pain,
the truth is rarely found.

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