We built our dreams on fragile ground,

A house of cards that tumbled down.

With every stone, we paved our way,

Now all that’s left is skies of gray.

We climbed too high, we burned too bright,

Now darkness falls, no end in sight.

Ruins of us, our legacy,

Scars we wrote in history.

What we destroyed will never heal,

A truth too sharp, too real.

The laughter fades, the colors drain,

Our hands have caused this endless pain.

The world we knew, the life we led,

All buried deep beneath the dead.

We took too much, we gave too few,

Now all that’s left is what we knew.

Ruins of us, our legacy,

Scars we wrote in history.

What we destroyed will never heal,

A truth too sharp, too real.

We danced in storms, we hid from light,

Chasing shadows through the night.

Now we stand amidst the fall,

A broken world, a hollow call.

Ruins of us, our legacy,

Scars we wrote in history.

What we destroyed will never heal,

A truth too sharp, too real.

The ruins stand, but we are gone,

The wreckage lives, but we move on.

In every crack, a ghost remains,

The ruins of us, our only chains.