After the bomb blows br And the world is blown in utter shambles. br There'll just be the snows, br No argument-pass-the-time rambles. br br After frogs fall from the skies br And the world is in ruins, br Gone will be the why's br And all we once thought br Were shoo-ins. br br After these deemed-stupid-horrible times, br After locusts swarm the field, br We won't remember the crimes, br Or broken dreams not healed. br br Instead, we'll sit around a fire, br And watch the flames rise, br Burning all of that in a pyre, br And remember a time once wise br When everyone was honest br And all the children were sweet br When dreams came true br And we could accomplish any feat. br br Yes, the fires will burn, br And we'll admire the sheen, br And people will write books, br Making a fortune, br On how things could've been.br br K.