Sun Goes Down

 

 

Breathing virtues no desire,

Memories embody a crimson pyre,

The leaves turn dry,

The clocks tick by,

 

We remain, where we belong

The sun goes down

The heart keeps throbbing,

The winds refuse our words,

And yet we run in the sands of time.

 

Faithless love, endless treason,

Mindless wars, seamless scars,

Nothing’s changed, nothing’s remained

Shadows of sorrow, the buoy of hope,

With them we live,

Forlorn and waiting for redemption.

 

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