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From Human to Ash
They say it happens for a reason,
Until it happens to them.
They say life has a purpose,
Until they figure it out, and then,
It doesn't matter where he came from,
It doesn't matter where he went,
All that matter was his fairytale,
All the untold stories from all his untold friends.
And a fire burns inside me,
The flame they used to send him out,
Cry over his ashes,
Spread him across his favorite ground.
His blood still runs through my veins,
But I'm the only one.
He was one in a million,
Now his legacy is gone.
And I've nothing left without him,
But I will be all right,
Because he was a hero,
And he taught me to fight.
He stood up against our villains,
When they tried to break us down,
Healed my cuts and bruises,
Took our abusers to the ground.
The world still revolves,
And the sun still shines,
But everything is a shadow,
I know I'm running out of time.
His life ended too early,
But mine still goes on.
I wish it were the other way,
I wish every day that I was gone.
But this flame still burns inside me,
The one they used to end his life.
It tells me to keep moving,
But it stabs me like a knife.
His life was all or nothing.
Cut short by many years,
I don't know why I'm still alive,
Fighting through the tears.
I am not a good man,
Not like my brother was.
I am full of anger,
He was so full of love.
Maybe while I'm sleeping,
My life will finally end,
And we will meet in heaven,
And be a family again.
Until it happens to them.
They say life has a purpose,
Until they figure it out, and then,
It doesn't matter where he came from,
It doesn't matter where he went,
All that matter was his fairytale,
All the untold stories from all his untold friends.
And a fire burns inside me,
The flame they used to send him out,
Cry over his ashes,
Spread him across his favorite ground.
His blood still runs through my veins,
But I'm the only one.
He was one in a million,
Now his legacy is gone.
And I've nothing left without him,
But I will be all right,
Because he was a hero,
And he taught me to fight.
He stood up against our villains,
When they tried to break us down,
Healed my cuts and bruises,
Took our abusers to the ground.
The world still revolves,
And the sun still shines,
But everything is a shadow,
I know I'm running out of time.
His life ended too early,
But mine still goes on.
I wish it were the other way,
I wish every day that I was gone.
But this flame still burns inside me,
The one they used to end his life.
It tells me to keep moving,
But it stabs me like a knife.
His life was all or nothing.
Cut short by many years,
I don't know why I'm still alive,
Fighting through the tears.
I am not a good man,
Not like my brother was.
I am full of anger,
He was so full of love.
Maybe while I'm sleeping,
My life will finally end,
And we will meet in heaven,
And be a family again.
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