The Collapse
The doors opened
Fate rushed before me
As the wall closed down
On the lives of three
Unrecognisable
Bodies crumbled
Drowned from a wave of stone
The weight of greed’s trash heap

This cold harsh wind blows
I set my sails
This cold harsh wind blows
I lift my wings

Breathing gravel
And blinking salty dust
We tore our hands
Throwing off each deadly brick
As sure as hope
As dark as their pooling blood
I’m not the same
Trauma makes change
We’re dead. We’re scared. We’re sick.
But then
A proclamation – “I subsist”

Flashbacks from rubble
One arm clawed through
One last clutch at light
We exist

One fate, One try, One choice – defy
Let go and live