Planes Like Vultures

All too soon we've come to bloom

Blown about in dusty ribbons

And pointed skywards, scrape the heavens

And should we end before we're shriven

And call the names that we've been given

Grown in cities long since abandoned

Blown to pieces and thrown at random

This is what we see while standing

Long before the thought of landing

Oh this world was made for ending

Oh the storms that grow

Oh the love we've known

Oh the homes not home

Oh the worlds not shown

Oh the storms that grow

Oh the love we've known

Oh the homes not home

Oh the worlds not shown

Oh the storms that grow

By the blinding light

Our prayers are answered

By the blinding light

Our fears are conquered