Truth be told I'd bet my soul. I only get lonely in the mornings. The cold breeds empty amidst the white light of the morning sun. A good morning blue bird colors the hazey sky. As the sunrise of solitude fills the air I ponder my soul. I'd sell my soul if it turned back time to the place of orange sight. A place in time before the silent night To the place that lives in sets. Where the sun waves goodbye and enters a full evening sky. You are my only sunset. I feel full at the peak of sunset.