The unsung moon slides into an unending darkness
And the air grows thin
The world, unbalanced, grows restless
I lose my footing
I cannot breathe....
I raise my eyes to the sky wondering what can this broken world provide
A warm and perfect sun still shines
I reach out
It reaches back
And thus I understand.
A once perfect sun now shines silver
In this new world of tempered light
I know I have to burn
I will burn
To be the sun of my own sky
Before the air runs out
And I die.
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