The Fire is Out©2019TonyFallon0212
It's so hard to write about the good times when you are sad
It's easier to write about the bad times when you're glad
When the gloom of sadness descends it's hard to remember
Memories have become as useless as a cold ember
The flames were like a bonfire but the light was short and brief
The intensity of those moments have changed into grief
Elvis has left the building the flames of true love extinct
The hearts that once beat so wildly no longer are they linked
It's easier to write about the bad times when you're glad
When the gloom of sadness descends it's hard to remember
Memories have become as useless as a cold ember
The flames were like a bonfire but the light was short and brief
The intensity of those moments have changed into grief
Elvis has left the building the flames of true love extinct
The hearts that once beat so wildly no longer are they linked
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