Ashen remains lost to the wind
Traces of life now passed
Papers and symbols
Desk chairs and windows
Swallowed in flame
Pillars of hope crippled and broke
Giants we laid to rest
Faces of lovers
Children and mothers
Life without name
The enemy is elusive
Not a race or kind of people
We can hunt him or become him
We contain a kind of evil
The marks are ever present
On the surface of existence
The thoughts are evanescent
How the meanings tend to twist us
Innocence stained deep in our minds
Faith painted violently
Cultures and visions
Choice and decisions
Driving our fate
Ashen remains lost to the wind
Ghost of our history
Flickering embers
Gift of September
Whispers of hate
The enemy is elusive
Not a race or kind of people
We can hunt him or become him
We contain a kind of evil
The enduring testimony
Of a shattered false perception
We are living in the moment
Every life a fragile lesson
Are these numbers a reminder
I can choose my moves and errors
To be braver and be kinder
Or incite a certain terror
Are these numbers a reminder
We can all affect each other
To see hatred in the faces
Or embrace ourselves as brothers
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