We met in a fever

Two lost in oblivion

Crouching under rain of debris and hate

The clouds all turn disease

Litters of those who fell cannot touch us as we transcend

Pray that everything will be alright

Pray that it will be alright

Lift your eyes to the sun and know

You will never see it again

If only we could recall

We would find solace

It lies in the simple things that we so often forget