We push and pull against our brother. We grapple at the unknown. Without a trace of what the future holds, We march in unity.
We cry blood and tears, Mixed with earth and fire, In hopes that that will save us.
When words can't heal what hands have torn A heart shattered A nation in ashes The world alone
Future is unsure Will we survive? Or will this be our end? The sacred and the forsaken on this dark, dirty ground.