Rubble of mine,
crumble and divide.
Afflictions turned armies,
burdens turned shields.

Rumblings of a new world,
the ground sure to split in half.

Through a crack,
the afterglow appears.

A single new leaf,
born out of calamity,
tightly wound into itself,
begging for sanity.

Emerge a saviour in me.
Lick my wounds,
and salve my despair.

Look beyond my walls,
and find a warrior there.