Has the sun set on our time together?
Has it broken up our spirits?
Was it those peeping Tom's that cracked our floor
and made us fall through?
If every waking moment was spent on finding your lost list of treasures
And every day was spent trying to recover the lost souls of the past
The world would have a shadow lifted off its face
Like a purple-dyed draped curtain being pulled off at the rails
If humans could see the measure of their worth,
Before destroying what they had built,
Perhaps the sun would...
Perhaps the sun would lift a little higher
Perhaps the sun would shine a little brighter
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
Has the sun set on our time together?
Has it broken up our spirits?
Was it those peeping Tom's that cracked our floor
and made us fall through?
If every waking moment was spent on finding your lost list of treasures
And every day was spent trying to recover the lost souls of the past
The world would have a shadow lifted off its face
Like a purple-dyed draped curtain being pulled off at the rails
If humans could see the measure of their worth,
Before destroying what they had built,
Perhaps the sun would...
Perhaps the sun would lift a little higher
Perhaps the sun would shine a little brighter
A breezy, terrible day destroyed by the in fatuous sun beams and created a miserable life that only fostered love
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