The love we chose
chose us the same
sometimes we hold umbrellas
sometimes we dance in the rain.
I've tumbled into a place
where each step I take
sunrise washes my slate
a new opportunity
to fall from grace.
For what it's worth
it was only a matter of time
before timing got the last word.
We marched along through
hell and back
side by side
scorched our ties
yet still bound by the light
the fire in your eyes.
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