The sun sets on the decisions made,
Those that you were so proud of.
Those that hade you happy.
But your vision constantly changes.
All you knew burns in flames,
There in the horizon!
Do you finally see what you’ve done?
Does the luminosity of the moon make it clear?
Or is her gravity tearing you apart?
Either way all is set in stone.
The clock’s chiming at last,
And everything becomes permanent at midnight.
As thousands stare at time with weary eyes,
Tell me your sins and I’ll tell you mine.