In the ashes of yesterday, I stand alone,
The sky is heavy, the earth unknown.
Where you once whispered, only silence stays,
I trace the shadows of forgotten days.
Your breath, like wind, has slipped from my hand,
I reach, but touch only the dust of this land.
The scent of the fields, now laced with smoke,
Our memories, buried beneath the oak.
Oh, where do the lost souls go,
When the flames have taken all we know?
I hold your ashes close to my heart,
Burning quietly as we fall apart.
The rivers cry, but they do not cleanse,
They carry the echoes that never end.
I see your face in the broken glass,
In the cracks of time that never pass.
Oh, where do the lost souls go,
When the flames have taken all we know?
I hold your ashes close to my heart,
Burning quietly as we fall apart.
And as the wind blows through the empty streets,
I hear your voice in its soft repeats.
The world may burn, the skies may fall,
But your name, like rain, will touch it all.
Oh, where do the lost souls go,
When the flames have taken all we know?
I hold your ashes close to my heart,
Burning quietly as we fall apart.
So I walk these ruins, with you in my bones,
A part of me that will never be alone.
