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Song: An Ode To The Fallen

Within The War Without Without The War Within

Album: Within The War Without Without The War Within
Track: #8

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Recorded: February 9, 2012
Length: 3:51
Instrumentation: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

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Last night I read a letter
It was the last one that he wrote
It contained no fear of falling
And it barely touched on hope

He wrote to let us know
His attention needed lulled
Because all he ever thought about
Were fond memories of dull

And so I think poetry's the side effect
Of the mind that won't explode
Torment is never obvious
Til a debt's no longer owed

Paper rivers on a ground made of oak
The writer quenches thirsty souls as he pours an envelope
The trees are the people who read what he wrote
Silently the breeze disrupts the calm

That was thirty years ago
And it's still hard to believe
The final letter from the fallen
Incompleted memories

Today I woke to find myself
On the verge of dwindling down
I pressed my hands beside me
As my feet touched the ground

Shakily I grabbed my pen
All I was able to scrawl
Was hardly my legacy
It wasn't poetry at all

Paper rivers on a ground made of oak
The writer quenches thirsty souls as he pours an envelope
The trees are the people who read what he wrote
Silently the breeze disrupts the calm

Oh given the chance
I would have liked to tell you all
The greatest ode to the fallen
Is simply not to let him fall

Paper rivers on a ground made of oak
The writer quenches thirsty souls as he pours an envelope
The trees are the people who read what he wrote
Silently the breeze disrupts the calm
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