My only sunset
Day one
Water and sand
No need for someone
In this deserted land
I shoot my thoughts
Into the sky
Judgment aint here
To bring them down
Blank canvas
Day five
Ill find a way
The brush is mine
Seventh night
First cloud
I find shelter
Behind my pride
Loneliness
Is not that bad
Ill make it through
A thousand nights
I wanna think
That I was right
But its day thirty
And this mind runs wild
Day fifty five
Or Eighty nine
I’m not sure
I lost the count
The sky is pouring
My thoughts down
My castle is drowning
I lost my crown
God forgets
And I regret
Watching sunsets
But you instead
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