• The hands
    That swept away the ashes
    Were gentle
    But little did they know
    the tomb they uncovered
    Would become their own
    "Help us!" They cried
    Desperately they cried
    But their friends had vanished
    Their hope was left in darkness
    The light they had noticed
    Now faded from their eyes
    The gentle hands
    Still sifted through the ashes
    Might the light be found again?
    "If only our tears
    Could be heard from this place
    We have entered!" cried one
    "How I long for the day
    That your hands can
    Cares me once more."
    The gentle hands
    Now black from the ashes
    Cringed
    As they found a single ember
    One trace of light
    Now lay uncovered
    When all at once
    All of the ashes
    Sparked to life
    As glowing embers
    Those dull eyes
    Came to life once more
    As those gentle hands
    Uncovered their faces
    "Your tears can reach me now.
    I have pulled you back from the brink."