When the smoke clears
we might see that we never left
the places which we thought
we had gotten so far away from
Your eyes are stained from weeping soot
and bitter ashes.
The song you sing floats down to the ghost town
hidden ‘neath the stream that ran through it.
This burdened city also weeps
with the weight of forgotten love
and weakened hope.
The night’s burden simply
calls on me to keep on dancing
through the darkness,
under duress engulfed in flames,
that the purging might happen.
That I might see what horrors
what tragedies have been committed
in the name of Love.