The Silver Lining
The silver lining of every shroud, stifled sunlight through mushroom clouds.
I've wept for strangers, I've buried friends. I hear them crying upon the wind.
And I am nothing, yet here I stand. And I am no one.
I am beginning and I am end. Forgotten specters will ride again.
Writer/s: Ray Knipe, Marc Stranger-Najjar, Kirill Orlov, Chris Kang
