The war is over,
The war continues,
With ashes still crowning your head.
No one has won, no one has lost,
But you still can't call this a draw.
Beneath the roar of the river, rubble silently rolls on.
You watch from the ashen shores, unsure of what to feel.
Your monuments laid low, your vaults laid bare.
All you once were swept out to sea.
And I know this hurts like you're the only one here,
Isolated by these walls of fear and numbed from the cold
And afraid of fire for what once happened.
You scorched yourself black and the flame that once was dear
Charred your dreams and burned itself out.
Now the land has been left to the fog,
You no longer tend to the fire but only to the ruins.
This land doesn't have to be a cold, dead place.
Things could grow if only you would care again.
It will hurt you and you will become afraid,
But a soul need only agree to a 'tomorrow'
In order to start again.
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