Forever Sunday
Endless nights,
and we're alright.
They stole the light,
those shades pay the price.
Understanding where we've fallen
the rest have been called.
I'm not rested at all,
moonlight stalls.
Reign of bright light shines through
I can't see, can you?
Moved by the shimmer of
when these light rays glimmer.
Pressure to stand, pressure to move
is proof
we're of use.
Endless days,
night fades
and we're okay.
When we glorify these times,
they go up in a blaze.
Pierced by light rays,
we gather then wait.
Endless sun fades,
Endless Sundays.
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