The sun set dies, to let the sun rise
there's no moon, no night, no rest yet he fights.
the sun burns hot, and melts the time
until it gets too deep, and there's no more light.
there's just a puddle of heat, a circle drawn in the ground
now the warrior sleeps, because he has drowned.
Heart ache, high stakes
you might ask what it takes
you need to create, be great, make no mistake.
time moves on, but his heart stands still,
and in the heat, in his heart, there's a breath taking chill.
though an ember is left, signifying his will,
but the chord's unwound, his body goes down
not a peep, not a sound, he silently drowned.
What's left? why wait?
how much more will it take?
wandering in this desert of time
portrayed by the vastness, the elusion of light.
with every grain of sand, stepped on by the lonely lost man
grows his worry, and regret, for the recent love lost to him.
without her is this, all this terrible mess
a timeless black hole, and a world with no sense.
so he struggles for air, he cries out in despair
but when she finally came around, he had already drowned.
