A Lost Language

Written by: Ian Petch

Dancing under moonlight
Haunting through the day
Angels turn to darkness
When the sun does not remain

Invisible and hopeless
The tones in which we speak
Our language can’t describe it
And now our vision’s bleak

A thousand fall at daybreak
A thousand more at dusk
The silence will not comfort
This mirror caked in rust

Dangerous and frightened
All that’s left to see
People fight for nothing
People try to flee

Dancing through this wasteland
Haunting brighter skies
Reminders of our weakness
Reminders of our lies

Visibly we’re broken
But suddenly we speak
The gift of wisdom shines down
The brightness lets us breathe

Dancing into sunlight
Caught within the day
The angels recall caring
Because the darkness never stays