Rebirth

Turn to ash and fade away,
in the hues of the ending day.
We were mortal men,
we died and were born again.
Lost in the eyes of those we cherished,
who again in turn, fell and perished.

In the morning we were reborn,
and forgave those who we scorned.
Our previous lives made rotten,
our hopes and dreams long forgotten.
Now born again, anew,
Innocent through and through.

In the light of mid-day,
our wishes faded away,
Those who we loved, now forgot,
hating those who had what we did not.
Heading towards our mortal end,
we were pure, now impure, again.