I sit here waiting. It’s a long walk, that I must take and it feels like hell. Where am I going? What will it take to get there? I don’t know,
I don’t want to know. It comes closer to me every day and haunts my dreams with strange, ever so beautiful deadly shadows. Do I follow it, or sit here, alone, desolate and helpless, under the sun, and burn up for you.
It comes with a price, to live as I do. A bit of fear perhaps, but it’s how I must live
Under the sun away from you.