Solastalgia
Brad Edwards
If you only know just where to look
Amongst the bones and over barren dirt
Hope springs
Fortunes reversed
Life emerges under broken earth
Charred remains a temporary curse
Stolen things
Will be returned
Fumbling for words
Watching for miracles that never come
Self-preservation like every other day
Diverting attention
Turn advice away
It's happened before
Electrical storms roll in across the bay
Morning darkness dust lost in a haze
It's happening more
Finding your voice
And making it heard
Although this is hardly the time
Holding your nerve
Even when you're told
There's nothing to see here
There's nothing to see here
There's nothing to see here when you cover your eyes
Divine intervention won't bring rain from the sky