Music is what you will always have.

victim-of-convenience:

It was for us a requiem
was wrung upon a Sunday
while in other houses holy
seraphim sang out in joy
For you and I, the ending
was a promise that not one day
would be wasted in pretending
the mourners were premature

It was for us the band remained
and as the ship went down, they played
of hope we dared to harbor
and the doubt we cast adrift
Behind the fading melody
we carried out our masquerade
and waited for the sea
to prove no mortal heart endures