Thrusting hands mime silent screams
Choking gasps of sorrow
Nightmares wake from falling dreams
Counting down tomorrow
Flint and stone and sharpened bone
Guiding paths once taken
Flint-etched stone and sunbleached bone
Remnants long forsaken
Dust swept sands across the lands
Where once fine cities stood?
*Our future held in fragile hands
Of those who know they could*