In the wasteland of ashes, where sorrow reigns,
A desolate landscape where hope is in chains.
The ashen earth whispers tales of despair,
And the wind carries echoes of grief in the air.
Gone are the days of vibrant blooms,
Replaced by the darkness that now looms.
The ashes of dreams, scattered and cold,
In this barren wasteland, stories untold.
But amidst the ashes, a flicker of light,
A glimmer of hope shining ever so bright.
From the depths of despair, a new day will rise,
Breaking through the darkness, painting the skies.
So let us not mourn the wasteland of ashes,
For within it lies the power to transcend,
To rise from the ruins, to rebuild anew,
And create a world where dreams come true.
