Veyrius

Coffins lie staring at the weather-worn sky, The vibrant thrum of life dying into a mournful hum, The silent prayers loudly cry unto the heavens, begging to be answered, transcending into vows. 'We will recover. We must not stay down forever.' The heart of this nation still beats strong, with friends to help its wounds. Life will go on. Stand tall when all has fallen. Our Will shall not crumble like the rubble around us. We're been stripped of our possessions, but not our integrity. Our homes may be gone, for the people our hearts dwelt with have passed on. But The Lord is still there to guide us. Have hope, keep the faith, for even though