Planes Like Vultures

All too soon we’ve come to bloom.
And blown about in dusty ribbons.
And pointed skywards, scraped the heavens,
And should we end before we’re shriven
Then 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

By the blinding light our prayers are answered
By the blinding light our fears are conquered