My thoughts race and race throughout my day.
I can never muster up my words I wish to say.
Though I felt fine, I can't help but long for what remains mine.
I'm on the run from the sun.
Her rays left burns as she called me a son of a gun.
Winter is around the corner and maybe she'll let me be.
It never crossed my mind that we weren't meant to be.
The beautiful sun and the little shining moon.
I hope to see your rays soon.