Shades of red and orange
Wisp their way through the wind
Midnight comes to trade the daylight
And sudden quakes of laughter explode just right
Surrounded by the brief second of a chance
This might be it; this might be the last dance
Crying winds fade to stilled dust
If it breaks the vow it shows coward lust
Awakening calls forever
In the last moment; the last endeavor
Shallow beings have roughed this world
The utter display of a forgotten pearl
Sand that washed upon the shore
With hearts who mend the broken tore
Disasters don't say much about the suffering
Just give those beings a time for buffering
Maybe more; maybe less
Who knows if the time has passed
The hope is lost; and found again
But soon to find this lousy trend
Wisp their way through the wind
Midnight comes to trade the daylight
And sudden quakes of laughter explode just right
Surrounded by the brief second of a chance
This might be it; this might be the last dance
Crying winds fade to stilled dust
If it breaks the vow it shows coward lust
Awakening calls forever
In the last moment; the last endeavor
Shallow beings have roughed this world
The utter display of a forgotten pearl
Sand that washed upon the shore
With hearts who mend the broken tore
Disasters don't say much about the suffering
Just give those beings a time for buffering
Maybe more; maybe less
Who knows if the time has passed
The hope is lost; and found again
But soon to find this lousy trend