"All around this fortress
Run the rivers of the dead
Broke what seemed to be unbreakable
Unreachable
Drowned what seemed to be impregnable
Infallible
Cold September rain, the summer's retreat
A tapestry of falling stars
This truth is small and truly trite:
There's no such thing as permanence
But losss is like an undertow
Pulling you down, pulling you down
Tonight I'm drilling holes
In the blueprint in my chart
To drain the liquid shades of grey
That run like rivers from my monument
To reach the core, to breathe again
To find the long lost words,
My credo and my curse:
We few, we happy few
When all the world turns to stone
And everything just stays the same
There's no safe harbour in our sight
All beauty sinks into the night
Still we are navigating by the stars
Because to me, because to me you were unbreakable
Because to me, because to me you were unbreakable
Nothing is, nothing was, nothing will ever be unbreakable
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