Innocent Abandoned

Lake of Ash and Wine with mountains to underline
Skyline, smoking, fire in the night pyred too high
All my friends and family, hands tied, being walked away
Their captors decided to leave me behind
Promises to take care of all those abandoned
The young kids, too tender and few to fend for themselves
Skinned and boned, organic muted phones
Like the time the vultures feasted on my misery
Forlorne, far gone, tattered and torn, scorned
To say, I may, if I could, I would
Free us all, move on, find a new place to call home
Dream of colonizing mars, her surface face, my face
Red cliffs, dried riverbeds and underground lakes
Standing on an alien world, departed, retarded
And no place to call my home