All is quiet after Holocaust
Cold winds blow down empty streets
Empty windows rimmed with frost
Snow piles over rubble in sheets
Shattered glass strewn over the ground
Lighted by a hollow shining moon
The stars seem to gaze with a frown
On an empty burning night
Fires burning down the lane
Mothers, children run away
Rain showers, pours down
As people flee from the town
Fire burns down to ash
The new sunrise brings no joy
Wind whips a bitter lash
Chilling bones like a toy