Mountains crumble under the gaze of humans

For all they has to do is walk

And all in their path will burn

I lay under a blanket of ash, with naught but ash beneath me

Is it cold? Yes. Is it soft? No.

So what have we made?

I don't know anymore.

All I know is that the mountains have crumbled and fallen

Reduced to ash the beauty we once witnessed

And now we are alone

Skies wider than the ocean cower under the gaze of man

he likes to dominate and trod on the dead

And all in his path will burn

I lay under a blanket of cold clouds

Is it cold? Yes. Will it last? Yes.

There is nothing we have done we can fix.

People crumble under the gaze of man

Reduced to ash what we never had

And now I am alone

Laying under the ash and clouds of smoke that I made