A rainy summer storm. Rejuvenates a dying ground. It hadn't rained for days and days and days. A start again where everything is found.
They're left with memories. Tears from pain of tragedy. A mourning son bereaved. Angelic whispering.
Long after disaster. Societies emerge. When information's lost, They turn to written word.
I lie awake and dream of the future. A million people that start anew. Transcend the past, and hope for tomorrow. Rebuild it all, and destroy ourselves again in time.
I lie awake and dream of the future. A million people that start anew. Transcend the past, and hope for tomorrow. Rebuild it all, and destroy ourselves again in time. In time. In time. In time.