all too soon we ve come to bloom blown about in dusty ribbons and pointed skywards scrape the heavens and should we end before we re shriven and call the names that we ve been given grown in cities long since abandoned blown to pieces and thrown at random this is what we see while standing long before the thought of landing oh this world was made for ending oh the storms that grow oh the love we ve known oh the homes not home oh the worlds not shown oh the storms that grow oh the love we ve known oh the homes not home oh the worlds not shown oh the storms that grow by the blinding light our prayers are answered by the blinding light our fears are conquered