Simple from Long Winter by Jesse LeBourdais

This simple song is not going to change your life. It will not make you wealthier, or keep you safe at night. This simple song is not gonna change the world, it will not even have the chance. It will barely be heard.

But it's the only thing I've got to take the fire from my heart and turn it into something that won't burn me in the end.

This simple song is not gonna save your life. It will not bring your children back, or reunite you with your wife. This simple song won't even change your mind. It will not bring you to your knees, and there is nothing to believe.

It's just the sound of familiar chords being played by fingers that are getting sore and all too familiar lines of anger, honesty and passion.

I was never much for marching in the street, but we all share the pain and I feel the heat and I never believed it when anybody said that we should not take care of each other.

So, when I am gone, don't pretend that I'm anything more, than just some singer with a broken guitar, following the path of others that have come before. That will free us up to spend every waking moment that we have doing whatever it is we want to do with the time that we have.

Then it's gone, and all that remains is our imprints on the stage, but memories are my favourite way to spend a night with friends.

I was never much for singing about love, but I'm so much stronger when it's around. I always believed it when my grandmother said that we should always take care of each other.

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