Forever Does Not Make Loss Forgottable
Coming home with the air around being light, rare, sterile: you ought to give me roots and wings and a reason to smile
Coming home has always felt like drifting: pulled with the current, pulled with the burdened
But I guess people only see what they are prepared to confront. So tell me why: 'Why do people love me? But always seem to hate you?'
'Because you're a beautiful lie and I am the painful truth.'

In the midst of retracing the steps, as we try to find a reason for the unthinkable
We crumble, break and tear apart, until all layers are burned away and all that is left is who and what we really are: We really are helpless

Now you escape on the boats you build for what you love, Pulled with the current, pulled with the burdened
What happens when you return and find nothing but a hollowed shell

Shingles and floor, walls and echoes, and the light that lead you here has now burned out and the ones who built it have traveled afar
And you can't follow them no matter what shoes you wear
A single rose, a scarlet hope, a tempest in recalling, a lonesome bonfire
Reflected on the leaves, though I know it won't flower like it did last spring
Because forever does not make loss forgettable, it makes it only bearable

Sometimes I think what I remember is more real than what I see, but I remember how you said to me:
Always thrive, always prosper. Always thrive, surmount and abound

Our greatest mistake was always taking the sun for granted, heroes are not born and will never die
Always thrive and always prosper, sadness has never been the last gift he gave to me!