The sky was dark and full of ash
the fields are all on fire.
The rocks landed with a big crash
‘been running now I'm tired.
The world went dark, the food is spent,
there’s nothing left for me.
My herd ran off and I was left.
And now I cannot see.
The world is black, the ash is strong,
the heat makes me feel faint.
I cannot hear the other songs,
can’t breathe without complaint.
I stumble far but cannot think
of how it all must look.
I feel the death, I’m on the brink,
this whole world just shook.
I’m all alone, I cannot feel
I yell, no one can hear.
I lay there, shed my final tear,
and slowly fall asleep.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
The sky was dark and full of ash
the fields are all on fire.
The rocks landed with a big crash
‘been running now I'm tired.
The world went dark, the food is spent,
there’s nothing left for me.
My herd ran off and I was left.
And now I cannot see.
The world is black, the ash is strong,
the heat makes me feel faint.
I cannot hear the other songs,
can’t breathe without complaint.
I stumble far but cannot think
of how it all must look.
I feel the death, I’m on the brink,
this whole world just shook.
I’m all alone, I cannot feel
I yell, no one can hear.
I lay there, shed my final tear,
and slowly fall asleep.
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