Ribbons and Ash
Ribbons falling all around,
they float, they fly up off the ground.
Clueless ones, they breathe it in
never knowing of their sin.
Burnt and torn, harsh words tonight
makes it hard to see the light.
Moving forward upon the wind
pushing, fighting for an end.
Shreds are left and drifting now
lifting up off the ground.
Invading the breeze they all inhale
Tears and hope without fail.
But sadness lingers, hidden too
mingling there, they never knew.
Sins of anger, words of spite
drifting up into the night.
The ribbons dance their angry song
poisoned love of all gone wrong.
The clueless ones sleep rough tonight
they’ve breathed in all the fear and spite.
Vengeful ribbons of those we love
dance and float way up above.
Nothing’s sacred, nothings clear
not even the ribbons of those we hold dear.
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