The ashes of unrest do a dance under a cold sky

Fireflies, made from our demise

These shadow empires entombed

The ashes are all that's left of home

Pages of the skinned, carried off in the wind

Into a distant sky, to be spoken again

Screams of the flock

Cry out for design

This power of one

A savior to none

The skies open and paints a portrait with no use of color

The ground reflects a world that has been torn asunder

My home has been entombed under ashes

My only hope is to envision a new world