They ask if I know where you are,
As the smoke clears and the chaos ends,
A kingdom of pain and greed,
Great hunger consumed by fire.
Destruction to put an end to destitution,
A revolutionary concept to bring forth evolutionary thoughts,
Together we made it happen,
As the ash falls like snow.
The end of greed crushing the life out of us,
The end of fear that threatens to overcome us,
Perhaps the end of me,
But it won’t be the end of her.
Captured I await my fate,
Shackles trying to hold me back,
Trying to force me to submit,
Kiss of iron on my skin, but for the first time feeling free.
As I close my eyes I am with her,
Feeling her tears fall upon me in a warm, comforting rain,
Or is it just all the blood,
Of all of those that were slain.
Together we fought but alone I will die,
The end of winter near,
My own death signaling a change of season,
Rebirth is near I can feel it.
Shots ring out like the crack of trees under winter’s ice,
The few that remain stronger for their effort,
Fighting on refusing to bend,
Unyielding in the ravages of winter’s demand.
The coldness of the barrel pressed against my back,
Warm heat spreading like embers through my veins,
Darkness clouds my eyes,
Yet she is the beacon that lights the way.
So when they ask me where she is at,
I just turn my head and smile,
It might be the end of me,
But it is just the beginning for her.
