Where the ash falls,
After a fire,
Everyone stalls,
To sing of liars.
A calm before the storm,
They said,
More like,
The bomb before the morn.
People die,
Things change,
Life goes on,
And on, and on.
Forests burn,
When lightning strikes,
Men fall,
When bombs drop.
And when the ash falls,
After the fire,
We all stall,
And sing of liars.
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A Means to an End: Poetry, Ramblings, Rants and Lyrics by Cody Bourque
PoetryWhatever I decide to write outside of "Losing My Faith" or whatever else I'm writing.
