You’re the end of it all.
We found each other in a pile,
broken dreams, broken toys
in the bottom of a box.
How could we have known
just how broken our arrows are?
Guidance only from homes
just as broken, maybe more.
So here we are,
our ashes soon to scatter
across a world we didn’t understand,
Does anyone really want to know
this place we visited then left?
We visited and found each other,
now we will depart each knowing
one solid tree lightening cannot touch.