Summer sunsets leave the skies that are blushing red, the sky is a mirror that the ocean reflects, the season of rebirth following falls death, if only the climate was the same in my head.

The sun stopped shinning the beauty of life hides, no flowers in the meadows or gardens they all died, the rain keeps pourin drownin my round eyes, my vision is blurry from all the smoke in the skies.

Earth is my mother my real mother died, time is my father, dads been in prison since five, numb from the same drug that ruined their lives, am i a victim of the grass not greener on the otherside.

I am part of the weather so i can not complain, like a traveler that interprets the plane, the world isnt mine i can only see through a day, and shine in the world to overcome all the pain

The chance that ill make its a million to one, in that million i feel ive won,  i feel distant from the world in a pun, cause its my mother, but i am the sun.