This is the end of eras,
time pivoting, slipping on ice,
people dying, people crying,
lost all sense of foresight.
Yet with the crumble of this world,
a new light may begin to shine,
rising up like a phoenix,
we must not be blind.
So where may I fit in,
in this dance of loss and love,
you took my hand,
pulled me to your side.
Saved me from the void of isolation,
casting it to the side,
I am brought into the sunlight,
your love making me burn bright.
This is the end of eras,
and I have not died,
bring me with you through times of sorrows,
help me rebuild a new life.