The rush of the first time- just an echo now.
The lush grass withered, dried and caught alight.
As the flames grew we stood round and made a vow;
" Never again shall we do the morning like its night".
Show me clear skies, truth and the only way how.  
I've stood and watched my home burn for spite,
greed and no good deed could ever undo.
Show me clear skies where the sun shines through true.
              The last time's like the first but it quickly turns
to the second, third, fourth, fifth ungodly time.
And once again we're stood hear with burns
as our stomach churns and shatters our spine.
I have no heart to stop myself from stopping
the start of my own bodies natural rotting.