Season of Flame

And it was a season of flame
Burning through bone dry land
Though we didn’t want to believe
It just took a spark to see

So we drove under red, hot skies
And we watched with our blood shot eyes
But through them a clarity
The end of what used to be

And out of the ruin we dream
Of worlds that we can’t yet see
Of monuments to the cruel
Ripped from their pedestal

Some wished to go back
While they wait for rain
But we know we can’t ever go
Back to where we came

So we dug out a garden
Where the singed concrete cracked
Because the soil was fertile
To replace what we’ve lacked