An Endless Morrow

As the end draws near Due to the war of the beast From the sky falls an endless tear As the arrow falls from the east Ripples form on the water surface As our wings take flight The Earth resurfaces As the sun shines bright Where would we fall? Hero of the morrow Who should answer the call? As the world drowns in sorrow We are loved my friend Blessed by Gaia herself With this love she descends We must prepare ourselves Our wish for tomorrow will shatter our soul As we watch the world crumble down below The world itself has given up on her goals This is our fate we sadly know The ripples in the water is tainted with blood Gone are the trees she loves Her sorrow covers us with a great flood Her warning of what happens when push turns into shove Our dreams are gone Our pride is no more The end has already been drawn By the beast and their war With this she offers a silent plea To preserve the beauty we all see She asks us to end her misery She asks us to make her free To the green we all once knew To the blue that calms the heart To the birds that once flew With this mission we depart The wind shall speak of our return For the morrow is filled with a pact In our hearts a passion will burn As we begin to act To become the blue that quenches the sky The Earth will once again foster a life Shall we become the hero of the rye? With this we end the war and its strife Heaven awaits the faithful departed Our eternal slumber shall become uncharted