Page 105 of The Ballad of Us

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But demons don’t die quietly

They whisper through the pain

The bottle called louder than your voice

I chose poison over gold

You packed your bags on a midnight train

Left me broken in the cold

This is the ballad of us

Written in scars and second chances

This is the ballad of us

Love that survives when the music dies

You saved me by letting me save myself

You loved me by letting me go

This is the ballad of us

The only song I need to know

They say you can’t love someone into healing

But you can love them while they learn to try

In the mountains where we found each other

Underneath the Georgia sky

Now I wake up every morning grateful

For the grace that brought us home

Two people who learned how to be whole

Before we learned not to be alone

Now I’m two hundred days and counting

Building something made to last

Not running from the future

Not hiding in the past

Your hand fits perfectly in my pocket

Your laugh sounds like coming home

This is our story, our beginning

The love we’ve always known

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