The rise of an old sun, marks a new day; the blossom of a new love leads life new ways. A strong tide turns weak at the shorelines, but the only thing that really changes are the times.
A clear mind makes me aware of the past, and how quick these days turn into nights. The old sun I once was is on its way down, but you keep me standing strong.
This sun has burnt its flare. The last time I'm awake (And now I feel so cold)
Another sleepless night because our eyes are filled with a young minds brightened hope, although some nights are turning dark, you will always be my sun. Burn strong my friend, your light will never dim.
This weight on my shoulders, these anchors, are pulling me down
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