The echo of a dream still sounds,
I stand alone, the world turns round,
Without us.
There’s no one left
But me, bereft,
Without us.
The sky so blue with height astounding,
Sweet clean air, green grass, surrounding,
Without us.
Silence deafens, no birds in flight,
An emptiness as cold as night,
Without us.
And I’m stood there, quite all alone,
A lonely beauty now my home
Without us.
A hellish dream, to be apart
Amid such glory, there’s no heart
Without us.
Such hollow sight though stunning seen,
Nightmarish, really, sort of scene,
Without us.
I chose life when sound was heard,
Arise, it said, an awesome word,
We’re here.
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