The days came hard for those in the fields Sweat glistened and mixed with dirt Days ran into one another The crops were a chance every season Just to make it through the winter Arrows flew through the air Flames consumed all they could Livestock lay motionless Villagers screamed and ran There was no safety in sight Not in a place brittle to all Oh the earth remembers Every cry that fell to the soil Oh the earth remembers Every name that was swallowed whole We were only ever dust Waiting for the wind Ash settled on the broken roofs Mothers clutched what they could not save Fathers fell with empty hands The sky turned black with smoke and prayer No gods answered from the stone Dust to dust… Ash to ash… We were never meant to last… Brittle to all… Brittle to all… Oh the earth remembers Every cry that fell to the soil Oh the earth remembers Every name that was swallowed whole We were only ever dust Waiting for the wind Not in a place brittle to all… Not in a place brittle to all…
