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Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word. – George R.R. Martin…

It’s a Lyrical Life. (A poem).

The lyrics continue to echo;
long after the song has ended.

The memories flood back, relentless;
Re-opening wounds once mended.

Despite the associated unpleasantries,
the heart continues to listen.
For within the words and wounds of love past,
rests wisdom, hope and ambition.

As the lyrics continue to echo,
the heart shall continue to beat.
For without the song of sorrow.
The soundtrack of life would be incomplete.