Eighty-Eight Lights

Eighty-eight lights
a white silhouette.

Eighty-eight lights
emanating from a smog filled city
clean and pure.

Eighty-eight lights
what a pretty sight
those eighty-eight lights.

But eighty-eight lights
don't make up for all we've lost.

Eighty-eight lights
won't bring them back
Three thousand lives
gone in an instant.

Eighty-eight lights
are all that remain
of what was

and these eighty-eight lights
are just the beginning
of what will come to be.





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