Here’s to all the songs

“Here’s to all the songs that we didn’t get to write,
And to all the wrongs that we didn’t put right,
As I look to the sky, stars start to appear,
And the unanswered questions are answered, my dear.”

“Here’s to all of the songs, that in my mind have all been written,
The songs that sang, before my fear became a given,
The melodies and the notes will always appear,
They’re here to give me an answer, it’s clear”

“Here’s to all the songs, that I’ll never get to write,
And the cold that won’t give comfort on the darkest of nights,
In all of my regrets you’ll never appear,
And thats a thought I’ll have to take, to the grave, my dear.”

– Brocarde