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Left Behind

Land of shattered hearts, broken promises and lies

Where the land gives way to fire before in the cold, for it there are cries

There’s ash from the eruption, trees stand sparse and stark black and the skies

Have retreated into cold darkness with stars telling legends of a generous, agonizing demise

To few survivors who have come to realize

What were thought to be painful disasters when they happened were in truth highs

Staring at the horizon despite knowing with their all that, here, there is no way to make for a sunrise