the song



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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