All we have are fumes, I’m dying to faint
The vapid air thick choked and clogged with grief
Suffocates me. It's been such a relief
My sullen memories have lost their scent
Their vividness gone, like pails of stale paint
My eyes are wide open with disbelief
My happiness is stolen by a thief
Can’t be lit by sun or a candlelight
And dark this evening grows the horizon
Filling us with crimson ting, blessing us
With some contentment in desolation
I rise with power of love stirring us
To continue in hope, to carry on
As the river’s still moving beside us.