Awakening

Dry and dead we were

Drifting with the crowd

Lost in our cold tomb

Caring not at all

Finally it broke

The storm had arrived

Washed away our coma

Renewing our breath 

And gasping for air

We came to realize

Our enduring cries

Silent but still heard

Brought our redemption

Lightning struck new life

Bringing forth the dawn

Hope and our relief

~ by reconsummation on July 25, 2008.