What Remains
What remains after the ash and flames
When the embers die out and the coals go cold
Where is the Pheonix raising from its grave
All I sense is remorse and rage
Who is the keeper of us
Who belong to no one
Where is the home for us
Who wouldn’t recognize one if we found it
When do the tides turn
When do the vicious waves stop lapping
Salty wound washing
Pulling me out and adrift