Ashes, ashes,
we all fall down
as the wind
whispers, whispers
without a sound.
Crying, crying,
a dusty hand
and dusty heart
reaching, reaching
for help to stand.
Shaking, shaking,
from tears and blood
dripping, dripping
hate and love.
Ashes, ashes,
we all fall down
but when I'm
falling, falling,
will I be found?