Return with hands intertwined.

Walk again,
Through the thundra that is the world.
Slowly pace,
Toward the burning earth.

Make your place,
In the depths of the moon.
Return.

Come again,
To embrace humanity.

Return.
Proudly.
Or painfully.

Return to see the faces once forgotten.
Return to see the ones you once loved.

Again, you feel the air become thick.
Again.
You cannot breathe.

The world indeed is cruel.
Home is not real.
Neither is love.

We are all children,
Light dwells within our hearts.
We recreate the world,
The world of the once fallen.

Our once tarnished world.

We light our way ahead,
We fight the elements.
The luck.
The demons.
The angels.
The gods.
The god.

We battle, to strive.
We battle, to survive.
We battle.
We battle..
We battle until no end.
Until our end.
Until the end.

We return with hands intertwined.
With chains interlocked.
With broken wills.
We return with hope for a new beginning.
For a new day.