To the Apocalypse

Looking at the city from above,
This isn’t how it was supposed to be.
Living in half light, the place I love.

My home that I once felt unworthy of
Is sinking now in mist, away from me.
Looking at the city from above.

The shock comes hard at me, a boxing glove.
Apocalypse that makes me want to flee.
Living in half light, the place I love.

The buildings now may fall with slightest shove
With orange carbon all that I can see:
Looking at the city from above

A cataclysmic gloom that none speak of,
Suffocating nature – every tree
Living in half light, the place I love

If only we’d let fly the mournful dove,
Made leaders listen to our desperate plea.
Looking at the city from above
Living in half light, the place I love.