In ruins, our love lies
Like a madman in a refuse dump
Rejected and robed in rags,
Our friendship frantically fades
Like the flourishing flower that dies
At the setting of the sun,
We lay in shameful shadows and shades.
We're like metals exposed to moist air
For we gradually rust in despair
In this damp loveless atmosphere
Moistened with pride and ego
Our love is subtly letting go.
When one kills the lamb of sacrifice
And sets the spirit free to apologize
The other stands by unforgiveness
Giving no chance for a rebirth
No chance for enakhore,
The friendship pitifully sees death.
Like morning cock, you crow crucify!
Away with him, let him be gone
I like a bird chirp echoes of pacify!
He is somebody's son,
Invoke the spirit of compromise,
Save the soul the sorrow of separation.
We rid the child and the bath water
Refusing to bury the hatchet
Nor letting the sleeping dog lie
Shall a cut eternally mar the cord
Or a stir forever soil the sea
Is there no room for a mending
The morning after the night
The end of the tunnel light
Is there no room tagged second chance?
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