Where go the shattered pieces of a heart
Retrieved from the crumbling dust as the masters blow up the world.
Where goes the body of the new soul yet to see winter turn from gold,
As we plow through the love, leaving no hope or hold.
Where goes the master of reckoning as the earth explodes in riveting revenge,
Leaving mother and lover and ruler and plunderer tossed to the unknown,
Deep in the dark, engulfing what we fought for and against.
They go with the hate you have in your heart,
They go with the love you fear in the dark,
With the rest of the strangers who hope to hope too.
They go with you.