As The Ashes Fall

As the ashes fall.
Fall through the wake of our dissapointment

Get on your cross.
Get back on your cross!

As the ashes fall,
they fall from my eyes.

Ashes from matches lit to start the fires in our
heart-(strings)-rip apart
as we move into the breakdown . . .

Oh, these things that move us.
These simple things that move us.

Purity.

~Jory