The Storm

It's the calm after the storm In which I write about the destruction I saw Those winds swept the things away from me That I had in the calm before Cinderblocks, they turned to cinder As the fires spread and the smoke rose You pulled me out from the rubble I was of the lucky few, I suppose The petals were saluting the sun As we wandered the plains You cried out God save me On the horizon lies the remains Everything looked the same On the scorched plateaus we were treading We had come a far way But where on earth were we heading I saw the silhouette of a man Drift by in the light of the moon I chased after him, you held me back Said I was seeing things, but I ain't no lune It's the calm after the storm In which I write about what I saw Those fires died with some things close to me That I had in the calm before We were starved so I decided to end it You asked what I thought I was doing I told you all the wonders of the world Will one day be in ruins And as the darkest days die down That is when we grow old Wiser for the moments within But warped by the values that we hold It's the calm after the storm In which I write about the shit I saw That fucker took some things away from me That I had in the calm before