Cry into the Night
In the night, though the dawn, when the battles are all but done. You carry your soul across the barren lands. The blood red sun that remains bathes the battle scared lands. All the earth’s hopes and wishes,  cast away on the winds for safe keeping,  whisper no more.
Cry into the night, as your dreams scatter on the on comming light. Wait for the rain to fall, waiting for  the ice of twilight comming.
Cry into the night, to be or not to be standing here. When there is just ash to mark your footsteps, when leave all your pain behind.
Cry into the night, the colors of battle scars that fade with time.
Cry into the night, for the lost, for a future that will never come. All that is left is the ashes of a perfect memory.
As your heart reamains, it endures the scars of time. Hear the whispered echoes of a fadeing horizion, as you cry into the night.