Campfire

 We're drawn to safety,
To a world in which we're free.
We're drawn to hope,
As a moth to a flame.

Always we're drawn to the light of tomorrow,
To a future we may not live to see.
Always we're drawn to a place of forgiveness,
No matter how doomed we are.

The past became the present,
The present will become tomorrow.
But what will we do when the sun doesn't rise?

There are those still huddled safely
Around the pillars of yesterday.
They do not see, so they do not care,
About those trapped in darkness and despair.

What scares me isn't that they won't save us,
What scares me is that they never could.