Nothing is Lost
Patricia Taxxon
Take me out, to supper or with a gun
Beneath the moon or under the sun
The time is rotting, coming undone
Left unloved, burning
The heartless won
Nowhere to run
The time is rotting, coming undone
Left unloved, burning
Rise, like the soldier fit to fly to the stars
And place her hand to all that is true
My child, see
The world is burning
The tide will fall
Nothing is lost
My child, see
The world is burning