A boy stands on a hill

Looking over the village down below

In that moment he knows

That despair will fall

There will be a moment when the land reclaims what it has lost

His village will be no more

Tears begin to fall

Now longer happy memories etched in the hill

As night falls

He must return to his home

To become one with those who will leave tonight

He closes his eyes

To dream

Of hilltops and treasures beneath the ground

He wishes to hold on to this moment

To never let it go.

When dawn breaks

His village is no more

Never was

He was simply a ghost

Hoping for a second chance

In a world of finales