Ashes of Home

Nothing but ashes remain, ashes and memories, what was once your life is now gone, so weep; Weep all that has been taken from you, the smiles, the tears, the laughs, all of it is nothing but ash. Ashes of your life, ashes of your memories, ashes of our homes, weep; Weep when the first bristles of the broom clean the ashes of what once was. Ashes swept into the wind, gone are the lives of old, weep. Weep as the foundation for a new life emerges, weep, as you hold your loved ones over the ashes of all they knew, and all they have known. Ashes become the legacy that your children will inherit, ashes and rubble. Weep, for their tears are the heaviest loss you will ever bear. Ashes cannot describe where your life is now; Weep at the fact that what will come, will never be the same as what has gone; Only ashes remain. Weep, as you take the heaviest step of all and begin to build on top of the ashes that are left. Nothing but ashes and tears remain.