The Remains of a World

What if the world crumbles in a day?

What if safety is taken away?

What if missiles fill the sky?

What if this is where we die?

But what if we make it through

To stale old fear on mornings new?

What if we get past the hump

To realize our world is in a slump?

We wake up to the remains of a world,

Ashes and rain together swirled,

Timid smiles, full of fear,

And tired eyes bearing tears.

Still it all keeps on turning.

The same old sun, it keeps on burning.

Still we see these flickers of life;

Hearts not yet broken by their strife.

Weathered souls produced by trials

Still endure with gentle smiles.

What if we can get up and rebuild?

What if the cracks in the ground can be filled?

What if hope puts them back together?

To the other side we can weather.

We’re taking charge from now on.

The days of cold and despair are gone.

We’ll stand up, wipe off the dust.

Nothing in this world can break us.

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