We run and run

To find the glory

The sun shines so bright 

But not in this story

Scratching at the bark

The tree of life sits in the dark

Once standing triumphant 

Abused, drained

Soon to be nothing

Silence reigns 

Where there use to be proud trumpets 

A kingdom lost

No longer in sight no longer thought

Ghosts with nowhere to roam

Nowhere to call home

Sins of the past sins of the present 

We move forward to the furture without having learned a lesson

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