THE GRAY THAT YOU SEE, BLANKETING OUR SKY IS NOT OUR MORNING SEA FOG, IT’S NOT WET IT’S DRY
ANIMALS FLEE THE FOREST, AND BIRDS FORCED TO FLY GRAYS SOURCE NOT DISCRIMINATE, SOME MAY LIVE, SOME MAY DIE
IT SEEPS IN YOUR SKIN, BURNS YOUR THROAT, WATERS YOUR EYE BENEATH THE GRAY BLANKET, NORMALCY AWRY
AS THE FIRE LEAVES, WE SMILE, HUG, WAVE IT GOODBYE STILL AS STRONG AS EVER(VENTURA) EVEN WHEN WE CRY
OUT OF THE ASHES, A NEW FOREST AND HOMES WILL ARISE OUR NEW FOUND STRENGTH AND UNITY, IS REALLY OUR NEW PRIZE
