When the sun can settle
After burning morning's haze,
To create unfamiliar shadows.
We look upon that which is left.
The remains of possibility,
And hopes of grandeur -
Which feed bowls of dead earth
To starving mouths.

We alone knew the risks
The enemy is time,
And progress takes so much more
For its services than patience
Ever asked of us.
Setting out to begin life in the wild.
Pioneering to love what we couldn't keep,
To hold a land that wasn't ours,
Banking on ingenuity and gut feeling;
First love, first loss.