Walking ontop of ashes
A sea of endless grey
Weeping for all these un-thought dreams
Paying in pain what I couldn't say

Step upon my ruinous world
Where children no longer play
Crushing sounds, a symphony
Of all those without a name

Wander through the deserts
Where monoliths lay
A reminder. . .
To a future of a past day

Hearing the subtle quietness
Voices on the winds, some say
Preaching the lessons
In a time when the dead only pray
 
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