Ashes in The Wind

We scream,
we fall,
we rage against fate,
as we struggle on and on
nothing true remains,
just an echo,
a shadow of what was,
yet still we fight
and still we scream,
and so we fall,
The only thing yet to remain,
is naught but the ashes in the wind,
tis a sad thing to be sure,
yet here we are fighting fate.