Andromeda

Now all the leaves have turned to brown
A few still hanging on
But nothing is to survive from the storm
That's rising to destroy
Politely now we bow our heads
At the force of mother's call
And begging on our knees to be spared
To prevent the heavens' fall
But now, there is no sun
Now, the selection has begun
No, we didn't stand the test
Wish you all the best
In orbit all are gathered now
The ones that still remain
Looking into her eyes full of tears
In that mutilated face