Ayria Dark clouds give warning Of trouble brewing on the horizon Winds tear through the crisp morning While the oblivious sun keeps risin' Blood red is the light That breaks from above Bearing witness to the sight Broken innocence of a dove Gouts of dust Thrown up in the air Radiation seeps into Every pore, every hair. Insanity creeps in When it's too late to run Driving people to do things Before never done. Tempers were dangerously high Hands upon fateful instruments did lie A push and all that was is gone Nobody ever thought that it was wrong No sun peeks through the haze Nothing left but dust and clouds Nothing left, no grass to graze Nothing but silence, deafeningly loud We had our chance and threw it away Still nothing left on Earth to this day This was the "altar" where passion burned Our death a warning of a lesson to be learned February 20, 2005 |