The valley is cold, the coal black as night.
The light reaches the ground not very often.
A day and night cycle broken.
Smoke columns rise high.
All the blue in the skies die.
somtimes are bright and blue.
Others more black and red.
Running is hopless.
Destny is timeless.
One way or another the winds of change will happen.
Either to begin a better tommrow.
Or to worsen are current bitter sorrow.
Snow flakes fall with the cold maul.
The heat of summer flows with the changes in tommrow.
As long as we hold each other friends close.
The winds shall whisper to us.
"The world is you're home, take it and make it so."
We shall only have the option to obey.
For we who have nothing but common names.
Have souls that compare to angels
Light and pure.
The quintessence of good.
Some however the pure persona of evil.
The uphevil of the world.
The cold and desolate mellow tone.
Shall be replaced with a warm and soothing song.
"for the war is no longer unsung" it will say.
Today will be your new day.
make it that way.
The light reaches the ground not very often.
A day and night cycle broken.
Smoke columns rise high.
All the blue in the skies die.
somtimes are bright and blue.
Others more black and red.
Running is hopless.
Destny is timeless.
One way or another the winds of change will happen.
Either to begin a better tommrow.
Or to worsen are current bitter sorrow.
Snow flakes fall with the cold maul.
The heat of summer flows with the changes in tommrow.
As long as we hold each other friends close.
The winds shall whisper to us.
"The world is you're home, take it and make it so."
We shall only have the option to obey.
For we who have nothing but common names.
Have souls that compare to angels
Light and pure.
The quintessence of good.
Some however the pure persona of evil.
The uphevil of the world.
The cold and desolate mellow tone.
Shall be replaced with a warm and soothing song.
"for the war is no longer unsung" it will say.
Today will be your new day.
make it that way.
