Trauma Field - First Day Of Winter

Smoke is rising from the ruins.
I wonder will the birds return.
The air is clear, all is silent.
But the darkness never left.

It has been a few days
Since the sky stopped moving.
And it's been a while
Since the clouds disappeared.

Still death around.
I am a lie.
Still death around.
I'm still alive.

Warmth of ashes glows,
Sears the cold lands around.
Last embers wither
As do our memories.
Never was
And nowhere to be found.
Miles away,
But too close to her.

Lost...
No longer bleeding.
I will find my way back.
Trust...
There's no-one left.
This burden I bear alone.

Deep...
Hope lies buried
Underneath the cold soil.
Gone...
There's nothing left.
She took it all away.

She took it all away.

First day of her winter.
Our homes still burn.
First day of her winter.
The birds won't return.