Cold, Dusty, Almost done.

We don't recognise that sound,
but we feel the fear in the air,
of the people who once came here,
this place is empty.

Cold, Dusty and not yet done,
We hide behind the tears,
hoping that something good will come,
but this place is empty.

I don't know what we have done,
if we will make it through the night,
if i will lose another loved one,
if in the morning you'll be gone.

Cold, Dusty, Done.