The smell of winter on, a hundred acre hill, he lights his cigarette, and prays for the will, to swallow the stones in his throat, and lay down his rope, to walk the path he came by, instead of letting himself die.
I wonʼt pretend, the broken will mend, if I end my life here today. I need your strength, more than anything, and youʼd never want it this way. I canʼt pretend, I could see you again, if I tried to join to today. I need your voice more than anything, but Iʼll just have to wait.
The breath of summer gone, and mid harvest near, he pulls out a jar of ashes and, heʼll spread them here, oh just as the earth turns below him, heʼll carry on, and oh as the sun rises each dawn his, brother is gone.
I wonʼt pretend, the broken will mend, if I end my life here today. I need your strength, more than anything, and youʼd never want it this way. I canʼt pretend, I could see you again, if I tried to join to today. I need your voice more than anything, but Iʼll just have to wait.
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