Ashes of Greed

Shadows crawling through the ruins of a home. Echoes of the crying where the

children used to roam. The walls are falling, every memory

decays. Family's divided by the fire and the haze. Hands are reaching

but the medicine is gone. Bodies keep on fading while the power marches on.

We bleed in silence while the world turns away. Counting every scar as a price

we have to pay. Broken voices whisper through the night.

Empty hearts are burning out of sight. From the ashes of greed,

we rise but we're torn. Every tear is a weapon, every soul it