Aside from door locks and cells
Secret passageways and alcoholic wails,
Fleets of enemies consistent in the main street
A soldier dies as a martyr that we’ll never meet,

Seeking a cause long forgotten
What desire has long forgotten.
This life long forgotten
Saved, but forgotten

It’s not that we can’t remember
Not that this desire will resurrect,
Not that a face can’t bring it back.
Not that we’ll wake up to regret.

It’s the prison we can’t escape,
The death camps that wait
A lifetime coming, lost
A value of what?

It’s sad that it’s old news,
But I try to stay true
And there’s a fire slowly fading
Wishing, truly waiting

That I can enjoy winter,
Forget about summer,
Sit back and whither
Comforted by the fact
That I won’t remember.

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