When the bombs fell
And the ground shook
Tearing up the earth
Leaving holes and broken roads
I stood on my lawn
And waited for a sign
The sky had a hole in the middle of it
Held open by the blue behind the clouds
I saw the rage it left behind
Exploding into violent shrapnel
that smashed into every building
Shattering the homes of millions
I saw the fireball, the flash, the bright light
Splashed across the delicate skyline
And when I woke up that morning,
It was to fresh eggs and bacon frying
In our cast iron skillet
In our home that we built together.
Nothing could've prepared me for doomsday
The day my world was ripped apart.
There was no bunker to hide in
No place to run or scamper to
Just heavy clouds of amber and orange
Lined with strontium 90
Impacting and cratering the air and earth
Leaving holes and collapsing eardrums.
If I would've known, could I have prevented it.
Drove far, far away and to never return.
Because does a tree falling in a forest at night
With no one around, really matter at all?
Of course it does, because when i do return
like I always do I will find rubble.
Ill have given it a second chance
And run into the burning house
To save the things I love
And exit with nothing but ash.
Slipping trough my hands the bones of you
The cast iron pot and the candle wax.
That is to say that the day the bombs fell
I ran out of time to love.
To make new memories.
And I never got to live my life.