Strewn Adrift

And we are seeing it, now, before us…
Will we be sacred, or will we fade?
As just a mem’ry lost on the wind…
Just like the ashes… Of extinguished flames,

What if our world washed away right before us?
Will we be safe? Would we be saved?
Or spend all of our time wandering…

Just like the ashes… Of extinguished flames,   

Could you live in a place without this?
Without the trust… or life we’ve made.
When sanity’s strewn on the winds…
Just like the ashes of extinguished flames,
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