Bleeding Sun With Rays of Gold
Bleeding sun with rays of gold
I’m feeling young, not feeling old
I’m touching ground I’ve only seen
And seeing greens there’ve never been
I’m watching her grow up so fast
With skin so red as the sun passed
She’s wearing white, it fits her well
And all these people are so swell
An invitation to the event of my century
I thank you wholly for this entry
And now no sun, I’m driving home
And this is where I feel so alone
As I am sitting in my seat
With no one next to me to greet
I’m by myself again, again
But I won’t let this be the end
Copyright © Ashley Daly | Year Posted 2006
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