We are climbing out of ashes,
from the dust that’s left behind,
from the death and loss and
blackness to the future in a sign.
We are walking to the distance
with faces shrouded in decay,
from the ravage of our living
to the paradise that’s far away.
We will move and not feel guilty
for there’s nothing left behind,
as we tread with deathly faces
till we reach the promised land.