Death Drove In
Death drove in
On fiery wheels
A second sun
Then mushroom cloud
Blasting away all that's old
To create a fresh tomorrow

Death flew in
On fiery wings
Fanning flames
Of desire now gone
Blowing away dying embers
To create a fresh tomorrow

Death stomped in
In boots of fire
Searing the tracks
Of old memories
Then kicking them aside
To create a fresh tomorrow

Death swept in
With broom of fire
Beating back experience
Locked within the mind
Then sweeping them up
To create a fresh tomorrow

Death crept in
Disguised as fire
Only to be unmasked
As only ourselves
Letting go of the hurt
To create a fresh tomorrow