Sitting on the edge of the city
The fire raging through
Storm clouds on the horizon
Will they come and save you?
Desolate little people
Alone by the sea
What do you dream
Awake and asleep?
Nightmares are reality
Fantasy a daydream
Yet here I sit on the edge
Tipping it may seem
Bracing for the fall

And here I cling holding it all.
Shattered little daydream
To no where she has gone
Faster then a lightening storm
Who knows her secrets none
Here lie awake at last
The moment of judgement
As it comes to pass
Fear not little one
Your soul was innocent once.