Out of the burning mount
And the ashes pilled high.
A hope here.
A dream there.Â
Making their way through the darkened sky.
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There amidist the ruins of buildings.Â
Fly.
There amidst nature’s hidden sanctuaries.Â
Fly.
And there amidst the bowed heads of light bringers and blessing givers.
Fly.
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That we carry each other on the backs of our wings to safety this long and fiery night.
