The wind whips over my eyes deposing ashes from the flames of my past kindled by a foolish decision Taste of ash stings my tongue amid irritation of from smoke emanating from burning and fading hope Everything seems to crumble even hope seems to have gotten a mortal smite But somehow in the desperate situation life stays alive Though wounded and burnt it emerges from the bottom of the rubble wishing to fly away from the dross I lift up my eyes to face the light of the sun covered by acrid smoke Tears volunteer to clean my eyes though they never were enough to wash the memories of a glorious past Hope was gone to the world beyond All that was left with me was life that despair trying gnaw away Then life broke into a song That sent death and despair to a sound sleep Lifting hope from the bottom of desolate debris Much alive and as bright as a morning star And my heart said to my mind We will build our ancient ruin To the glory beyond yesterday
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