Reality wins, the truth unfolds
In the tale of a heart’s demise
Plastered amidst the bitter cold.

Candles glow, the color of gold,
Smoke remnants of remembrance rise,
Reality wins, the truth unfolds.

We wonder if his tears were sold,
If he knew of the sorrow beneath our eyes,
Plastered amidst the bitter cold.

All around us, stories are told,
As we pray for some sort of compromise,
Reality wins, the truth unfolds.

In all this pain, it’s him we want to hold,
His fate’s the one we want to revise,
Plastered amidst the bitter cold.

But he’s in heaven now- his soul’s consoled.
We’re forced to look up to the skies,
Reality wins, the truth unfolds,
Plastered amidst the bitter cold
 
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