Far down below he could see the scars

Left from the night before

Shadows of strength that once stood firmly

Now laying in waste everywhere

An echo of planned resistant pounding

Still hanging thick in the air

A sudden arrival

No sound of warning

No time, no time

To prepare

As the clouds continued to open

Each vision was hard to believe

A horizon, minimal motion

As far as the eye could see

His yesterday held so much promise

His today only misbelief

And now the task of reconstruction

Salvaging all they could see

Can you say there's no regrets?