Between the City and Home

The trees have gone black and red
The sands have gone green
You're too early to see
Lead to your shallow grave
The city is burning
Our home is dust
I want to see my mother
To see my father
They've both been shrouded
In darkness and blood
The sky is fire
Our lungs are shattered
This family I've held
Falling through my fingers
My brother
Is a ghost
My sister
Is a shell