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Went to see my aunt one afternoon
Sunlight fading in the sitting room
Box of photographs and faded lace
A quiet sigh upon her face
She said, "I wore my mother's dress that day
Hoped the sky would turn to grey
Hoped for a sign, hoped for a train
To wash the promises away."

And I wonder, standing in the silence she outran
How did our journeys ever converge?
Just a girl, a boy, a desperate plan
On a destiny's disastrous verge.
How did our journeys ever converge?

The monster left, the truth came clear
It wasn't just the drinking, wasn't just the fear
It was a poison in the root
A bitter, unforgiving fruit
A daughter tried to drown the pain
In a river of champagne
Fifty-three years, then she was gone
With all her what went wrong.

And I wonder, at the tragedy the mirrors hold
How did their journeys ever converge?
A story bought and a story sold
For a life she couldn't purge.
How did their journeys ever converge?

Just a nod, a yes, a sealed fate
Pressed by the fear of being late
For a life that someone else designed
That leaves a broken soul behind.
And the something fateful never came
Just the whispering of her name.

And I wonder, for every soul who's paid the cost
How do our journeys ever converge?
How so much humanity gets lost
On a unforgiving gorge?
How do our journeys ever converge?

How did our journeys...
Ever converge...

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How Do Our Journeys Ever Converge?

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