Song: We are waiting for homes

The sky the color of lead.
We have only to wait until dawn.
A glimmer of hope, which rarely flickered -
This is the big win.

The color of the sky faded ashes.
Every moment could be your last.
Cold, though still thick,
We must not reward the post-mortem.
If only to hug your favorite
Under cloudless blue surface.
For them through the fire, avalanche -
While alive, while strength enough.