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