Far down below He could see the scars Left from the night before Shadows of strength That once stood firmly Now laying in waste everywhere An echo of planned Resistant pounding Still hanging thick in the air A sudden arrival No sound of warning No time, no time To prepare As the clouds Continued to open Each vision was hard to believe A horizon Minimal motion As far as the eye could see His yesterday held So much promise His today only misbelief And now the task of reconstruction Salvaging all they could see Can you say there's no regrets?
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