After by Paul
Cry
It always comes like this
An empty echo of what was
They cast it all aside
Left us here
We are all that remains.
And when the cities crumbled
It seemed so strange
To think what we became
After all that time
A faint spectre
No-one else watched it fall.
Still not released, not over
Treading through the rubble
Beyond hope, beyond prayer
So much come to nothing
No-one left to weep
We remain, always.