The Summer Sun

Leaving what you know for new places for good or bad.

The sun is out but why is it so cold,
nature begins to wither and grow old.
Retribution rises from the smoking gun,
in the twilight, of the summer sun.

The horse stampedes in a field of grey,
the colours of reality begin to fray.
Time passes by before your starring eyes,
as you stare up into the darkening skies.

Life fades away,
to the end of days.
Life fades away,
to the end of your days.

Leaving your life and family behind,
you begin to retreat into your mind.
Into the depths of darkness and despair,
into the twilight, of the summer sun.

Darkness melts the sun,
your life is up, 
your time has come.
No light to cling to,
you pray you knew,
what it is you had to do.

Life fades away,
to the end of days.
Life fades away,
to the end of your days.

Retribution rises from the smoking gun,
in the twilight of the summer sun.

The End

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