Putting out the fires

As we put out the fires

All that’s left is ash,

And as we wash away

The old memories,

We’re left with minds

That have been mashed,

By the torment and the chaos

Of all that we’ve been through,

Trying to establish what’s lies

And exactly what is true,

But it’s not an easy thing to do

When everything has been burnt down,

And all we’re left with is the ashes

Of a love that was rooted in truth,

But it appears it was just illusion.