Standing on the front lines of destruction
Famine and solace extinguished life as we know it
Red stained waters rolling upon disturbed sand
The air is lifeless to one's eyes still opened
And silent to the expired
What was once a peaceful retreat has became panicked and strained
The sun isn't shining anymore, it's stuck behind a cloud hiding its tears
The moon no longer shows it's beauty for all to see
The stars don't shine anymore, they've become dull and rusted
The once beautiful ocean has no smile, and her waves don't peak
There is no wind felt, my hair doesn't blow anymore, the world is dead
Standing on the front lines of the end as its only survivor
Shivering and cold, shock has sit in
No blankets, no water, no way of communication
Everyone is gone...I remain on the front line
Staring and standing my ground
Weakened and tired, but determined
Fighting
A
Battle
Only
I
Can
See