Ode to O'Rourke

Everything is green and the boats are coming in.

The land to the east shines like diamond,
and the city is a structure of marble and gold,
with bridges connecting stories untold.

High above, the platinum bullet screams
while the fallen are chasing after their dreams.
Racing, while they pray for the peaceful end,
but everything broken shall be broken again.

Everything is green and the boats are coming in.

The Earth is under its own shadow,
and the sky is split by an orange blade of sun,
and the mountains reflect everything undone.