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The Strong And The Silent


Here we go again The record players broken Its hard to miss Hearing all that’s unspoken I’m sick of this Waiting for the lights to go out I found a key In a drawer in kitchen It takes me home To a place I’ve been missing And honestly Its the greatest escape that I’ve got When the chapel bell rings and the steel drips in blood When the river front breaks and the moon shares its love When the skies are all cloudy and gray I don’t feel so alone ‘Cause we are fighters We are standing in pieces But standing the same The strong and the silent We’ve been through the thick and the thin The smoke and the flame Now look at me I cam back around For a second turn When the going got rough I just had to learn To make angels in the ash on the ground Now look at us We stand short and tall But we’re standing strong ‘Cause we all found a place Where we do belong And our enemies can’t make a sound When the nightmares all whisper they’re coming for me And a world deep in hurting is all I can see When the streetlights all vanish and die I’m not on my own ‘Cause we are fighter We are standing in pieces but standing the same The strong and the silent We’ve been through the thick and the thin The smoke and the flame We’ve been through the thick and the thin The smoke and the flame
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Lullabeth

I'm an 18 year old writer who has been writing for as long as I can remember. From short stories, fanfiction, and poetry to song lyrics and music composition, I manage to keep my self constantly busy all day and all night. But I enjoy it. Writing is my life and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

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