Life Isn't Over

Do you see the places out there amongst the ash
They still have flowers in bloom
Fruits that sing in the rain,
Amongst all this decay, this shamble of a place
The sunshine still breaks through the smog
And coats the world in a glistening blanket
Protected and warm,
And everlasting smiles worm their way upon the smoke and clouds
This place is so worn and bruised and lost
Still has a spark.