Righteous

Bodies lying, lying still,
In the wake of dreams unbroken.
They know not, they know not,
What this vision will bring.
They know not, not what they feel,
In the aftermath of hope.
This crusade is changing lives,
And giving us all a new sight.
Was it worth it in the end?
Was it worth your child’s lifeless body,
Laying still in your arms?
As the town burns in a righteous fire,
Are things really as simple as they seemed?