Valentine
The seas have risen,
there is fire in the sky.
The animals are all gone,
not a bird left to fly.
The flowers have turned to dust,
to ash the webs of vine.
Here, at the end, I ask of you:
will you be my valentine?
The seas have risen,
there is fire in the sky.
The animals are all gone,
not a bird left to fly.
The flowers have turned to dust,
to ash the webs of vine.
Here, at the end, I ask of you:
will you be my valentine?