In the midst of the ageless storm,
Relief is in the calm of the eye,
A little of normality to be found,
In the raging of the infinite sigh.
From the depths of every bomb,
The star-led pull toward the light
Since times of the unbeknown-
'Tis the fiery path of an eternal fight.
In the old ways the wounds bleed
As the pains of life surge skywards,
The crying game pays not any heed-
To the infinite flames hurtling onwards.