Sublunar

In light of the day
Shadow will fall
Northerly wind
On a southerly shore
Tide rushes in
Tide rushes out
Seasons revolve

It's the last standing bridge
But the hinges are burnt
The sorriest thing
To have ever occurred
All that remains of the cities are slums
Where the old will die young
And the sirens wail on

You've seen the fire
You don't need eyes now
You must be soaring home