We can rewrite this all

We keep watch
On deserted blackened shorelines
And over these false histories

Written by others

We guard the end of
You and I – hand in hand

We can rewrite this all

We rise like
Scared children
Haunted by nightmares

See – the pages are and have always been blank

We awake to love
As the world tumbles
Into the flames

We are not beholden to the past

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