Sun
Edged out again
A second choice, a second wind
Being left alone
Is beautifully alright
In the light of the moon
I saw myself get up too soon
To leave the room i half assumed
Would be my tomb
Raise my hands to the ceiling
On this moonlit evening
Deceived & receding
Surrendered & retreating
Dimly dive
Dying skyline
At last my spark is gone
I lit up a thousand rooms
But now i'm done
At the end of the day
I'm glad those rooms could glimpse my smiling face
Writer/s: Blue Stoplights
