After so many words that have rained on this ground,
Right here where we stand,
We'll never look back,
Your eyes, I know never will.
These very moments when we close our doors,
And we'll turn around,
No matter rain, or thunder, calm or storm,
We'll walk, away from this place,
This ground, between the mountains of our love,
The valley of our blood,
From the wounds for each other,
We'll dig up graves, all night while we fight,
For every work, spoken here,
For love that was born here,
And the promises made, scratched,
Lying there speaking on their skin,
Like our hearts here, tough as a stone,
Hard and unpleasant, how they shine in lies,
With pieces put together,
Holding everything unsaid, undone,
Together with these memories,
We'll bury our soul, our heart,
And we'll never look back,
Never remember this day,
After we walk away tonight,
We'll never remember our hearts,
And what they said...
"Here lies the promise,
To fight for love,
And to carve perfection, for one,
And for the other,
For every spoken word,
To be caressed and kept.
Here lies the promise of keeping promises."
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