the song
they sit around the fire
as it burns to ash
the light dimming
now shining in the the eyes
of the people sitting around
the fading warmth
strangers before tonight
a finger strums a guitar
and they began to sing
in a rhythm
they all seem to know
as they croon into the
deepening night
the last light falls to sleep
behind the turning globe
and the strangers...
or used to be strangers...
at least before tonight
watch the stars start to shine
as they sing as one
to the beat they didn’t know
now the only song remembered
before they follow the sun
into the cold ground
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