The cloud in our eyes has grown and Craft bleak lives.
Blown to fetter, no bond, home we are alone.

The love, joy, hope
Burning swiftly like a flaming sheet Ash and blown in a dark home of no clone.

Our fervor smites and pound,
Like an African drum
Played in a dark forest

Our journey is fettered,
institutions and economics are plod. Smiles fading away...