Smoke In My Aurora.

We have all changed to be gone,
Men fell to make a stand for us,
Weights on our ego like tons,
And how could I look and trust?

No cohesion for the day to lie,
Pray to your savior in the sky,
I died a bit more inside today,
Crushed by happier days.

Gone like smoke in the wind,
Don't even stand a chance,
Running uphill blind,
Gone without a dance.