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Sun Sorrow Poems | Sun Poems About Sorrow

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Details | Sonnet |

Tears from the Sun

The painted sky weeps under a sad sun
A field of mud the place our souls shall dwell
As scattered gray reminds, life's course has run
Its sadness reflecting from the eye's well,
Streaming down in salted trails to their end
Waiting for last breath without testament
Remembering days, years we'll not extend
Confronting our death, still we are content
The sun cried today for the carnage seen
Along the ridge where bodies lay, so still 
Covered in bloody mud fields, once pristine
Gift given to this field, without ill will

   To die for country, alone far from home
   Trumpet blows, then silence after death's moan


Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


cluck! cluck!! cluck!!

He hammers a nail into the hardwood,
wiping sweat from his brow as the scorching sun prides itself in the middle of the sky.

He examines a curve on the casket he is making,
he is dissatisfied, he grabs a chisel and begins to chisel away carefully.
As every splinter of wood falls to the ground he nods his head in satisfaction,
he stops to wipe more sweat from his brow
he mutters something to himself,
looks up to the sky angrily and curses the heavens for the heat.

But isn't it man who brought the sun closer?
well, that is what the govt official who came to our village told us,
"global warming" he called it.

I wonder why he labours so hard to make this ugly reminder of death look perfect,
the dead do not care about aesthetics,
I do not think they care so much what happens to their bodies here bury it, burn it, they get a new one either way.

Copyright © Ibukun Tosin | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |

When Sun Burns Too Hotly And Blue Sky Melts,Part Five

When Sun Burns Too Hotly And Blue Sky Melts

Our secret pond laughing and wading there
our hearts joined in Nature's beauty divine.
That we might lose our joy, gave us a scare.
thought of loss, destroyed future -hers and mine.

Summer came, we forgot about that fright
for bliss was to be had with each soft kiss.
Dancing our days, romancing through each night
darling, that and so much more I so miss.

With no saving miracle, our joy lost
we in our great love soared too long, too high.
We dared too deep and paid the heavy cost
now our hearts find only sad, empty sky.

Such memories although old and faded
reveal Fate's hand can not be evaded.

Robert J. Lindley
(Number 5 of 5 in Hope's great treasures series)

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 114

Note: Great care must be taken to hold such a deep and precious treasure...
For omission brings such tragic costs.
Yet destiny may later bring greater reward if one but maintains Hope, and faith in walking a clear and just path.
For Hope and future are open to change if one reverses course from a dark path and willingly embarks upon a journey to find Light and Truth....

This sonnet the fifth of the five written on the Treasures of Hope tells of Hope lost because Hope was never grasped and held tight.
I deliberately did not use the word hope in the title or in any verse because the narrative presents its ABSENCE(!) AND THE DIRE CONSEQUENCES OF DANCING EVEN IN MOMENTS OF BLISSFUL DARKNESS.
The six sonnet(unwritten) on Hope, is the one I am now living with my wonderful family that I treasure far, far above anything in this life..
As it is --Hope-- , truly realized and held ever so firm..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |

Why Hides the Sun His Face As In Defeat

Why hides the sun his face as in defeat?
The day is done and this ninth hour had come
As sorrows flood with tears that grace his feet
That faints the eye of such a tempest calm

Then stillness breaks the hanging Victor shouts
Man’s worst is done yet still may perish not
For God his best hath done that leaves no doubt 
Unblemished lamb in whom there is no spot

The grievous cross by which he suffered death
He welcomed with his open arms so wide
Forgave our sins, forever to forget 
And rent the veil that set a great divide

The finished sacrifice my gap did breach
What glorious grace is this by which I’m reached!

Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |


I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within 
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces 
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me. 
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected the petals of stillness,
A quietude.
Such absence of sound
Never a serenity to the mind.
Disturbing solitude haunts.
Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks 
Even the poignant sadness never parts
Solitary confinement paints an art.

Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays,
 I achingly wait for the final curtains to part.
Then, as always expected -  
Left were the 
    dancing curtains 
       together with the late sunset wind. 
Tiny golden flecks 
   imprinting on the soft white 
        laces and trims.
Catching shadow images 
    of the last rays of brilliance, 
         blending slowly in yellow embers,
              forming orange coals, 
                   turning into sunkissed glow 
                         of a sad goodbye. 
    ever so softly fading
           into dullness and cloudless cold. 

And as the night falls, 
its shadowy self dances 
against the moonlit music of silence.
I listen and search still 
   for what is left. 
No traces of the sun 
whose magnificence and radiance 
had touched the leaves of laughter 
during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, 
    early had the mind sensing. 
And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness 
    the day had grown.
It seemed they were sown 
    by someone I wish I had known. 

If only I could frolic 
    where little lads had been early today - 
        in the meadows, 
           by the pond, 
              along the shores, 
                  around friendly trees and smiling flowers, 
                       with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, 
                               I’d give away anything.
Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, 
someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. 

If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, 
I'd give away anything. 
Just for something this grand. 

The mind wills but the heart groans. 
A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting.
Forgot me, gave away the troubles. 
Today could be A DAY,
If only, ever so softly,  I could catch the sun.

Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The River Of Life

They walked together side by side -
the old man and the boy
on the bridge across the river
They could have walked thus 
across the river of life
with its eternal flow
I watched them
and thoughts filled my mind
of the un-bridged gap
between their lives

The old man -
with faltering step
he moves slowly on
His life has  been lived
and his house is in order
as he patiently awaits
the call of his maker
What are his thoughts 
at this moment 
as he moves on?

Are they thoughts of pain and sorrow
over some incident in the past
so difficult to bear
that after all these years
the wound is not yet healed?

Are they of someone he loved as a youth
but lost through folly?
Was she beautiful?
Did her eyes sparkle 
like the sunlight 
on the water below?
He looks at the water
sighing deeply
and nods his head

Or is he thinking of the young one at his side
so innocent
so pure
soon to be plunged into a world 
where life rushes madly on?
How shall he fare?
Who will warn him of the pitfalls?

These thoughts plague the old man's mind
and hurt his noble heart
But then he smiles as he remembers
that in his younger days
his eager spirit wanted to taste and feel
the sting of life's joys and sorrows 
by itself

There is no substitute for experience
for though we know we may be hurt
in love or life
yet we walk on toward the very thing
that may hurt us so

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Thoughts of You

Random thoughts of you run
randomly throughout my mind,
as I hold, looking through a simple picture of you and I,
smiles and holding each other,
embracing warmth brings me to sanity,
watching your hand on my forearm,
as you gaze into my eyes.
Oh the tears flood such emotion,
only you and I now in such madness we call love,
such madness we all call life,
such madness we all call reality.

Thoughts of me without you,
I cannot bear to see such a sight in mind,
to hear such words that tear my heart out
and sadness stabs me rapidly in the back,
and I can't bear to see such a sight as this.
Thoughts of you
running randomly throughout my mind,
my hair turns silver and white with stress
of not being with you,
and my liver covered with cancer,
and lungs black with smoke,
and stomach embraced with ulcers.

All I ask for you,
is not to be a thought anymore,
and come back to me in flesh and bone
in a portrait painting of you in reality
come to me with your beauty and glory
and kind heart and hold me again,
and let me kiss you again and love you again,
and call you mine again.
Don't say it is impossible,
when you know and I know,
that it is in fact possible
to love each other once again.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |

Goodbye my Summer Love

Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies
and the lighting cracks the clouds in half,
riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away.

We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams
and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills
of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies.
Love rests in time to see us grow old together,
and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together.
We shall go now, as day turns to night,
into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together.
Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom,
and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty.

Nature whispers and sings us songs,
as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside
looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms
that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter.
Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed.
Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in
the secrets of life and its hidden messangers
that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations
to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true.
Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you.
Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright.

Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets,
as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides.
We are blind, for we see each other and only each other.
As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us.
Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love.
My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear.

As I see the knife drive deep in my heart,
you with a suitcase in hand,
I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms
come back over the golden hills to say, "hello"
Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm;
beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye"
Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die
and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind,
I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Scarlet Moons and Indian Suns

Written August 29, 2013

She could have had my son
As we'd spell our names as one
On scattered ocean shores
Beneath that Indian sun

I loved my ma
And I loved her well
I loved my pa
And that musty smell

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

I love my family
How I miss this feeling
Of constant embrace
Awaiting at my feet

So come and pray for rain
To wash away our pain
Before the winter stains
What autumn left to drain

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |

The Weak Morning Sun

A sudden grief, I disappear
A sudden pain, I persevere
The tears shut me down
Hear that wailing sound?

I lost something I never wanted
I wanted something I never had
I have neither
Leads me longing for ether.

I am walking by fist
But my limbs crawl for a kiss
I am hungry for a fall
From a 10 feet tall or for a midnight stroll

Who is unhappy?
I for once had the courage to marry
Tasted intimacy, glory… sorry
I am not staying…

Going… GONE. Leave me

Copyright © Yvette Dignos | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |

Sun Rose, She Saw Her Dead Lover's Face

Sun Rose, She Saw Her Dead Lover's Face 

The sad angel touched her heart then
turned her far away from mortal men
Setting her a course to sleep alone
in dark cavern where no light shown.

Yet she traveled in nightly dreams
to shining lands with epic streams
Upon which hardy men sailed away
making fortunes wherever they may.

Lonely travelers so far from home
missing love as they set to roam
Dreams of beautiful vixens at night
saw her appear glowing in her light.

First she could see but not speak
a silent image their heart did seek
As the sad years flew swiftly by
her words appeared telling men why.

Her punishment was for her misdeed
unfaithful lover she cut to bleed
Watch him bleed life into the dust
never again was she to ever trust.

Avenging angel sent to punish then
keep her away from all mortal men
For her beauty could sway any heart
to find her a map drawn on a chart.

Hundreds tried but nobody did win
free her from cavern of her sin
As her broken heart started to fall
she heard a brave sea captain call.

Map he had memorized just to find
image that appeared in his mind
Into a dark, lost lake he did sail
deep love swore he'd never fail.

Moon was bright when he arrived
elude her guards he had contrived
Plan to lure her dark guards away
rescue her before the break of day.

Guards were two dragons so fierce
with scales no weapon could pierce
Captain would flash powder to blind
evil eyes as in he went her to find.

All went just as was his bold plan
out the cavern he and his love ran
Soon two lovers were aboard his ship
dragon guards they managed to slip.

Sun rose, she saw dead lover's face 
as back to death his soul had to race
Captain had been her victim she bled
freed her from his dark death's bed!

R.J. Lindley
July 07, 1977

Note- Presented as is... An oldie that I barely remember my ever writing.
Was found folded in an old poetry book I had misplaced and stored in the attic.
Found that book in a box of old clothes that were about to throw away.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegaic Lyric |

The sun to this son

It has been 40 days, now, since my mom’s passing to the afterlife But my feeling of “lost-fullness” is as untainted and as vibrant as the first moon Way too bright for my eyes to see, especially when, it’s my heart that’s doing the seeing Everything becomes a blur because of all the pains and the tears that consistently appears And each bright array is like a sharp piercing arrow, deafening; my every thought of sorrow Multiplying what was already, two broken pieces into a thousand more little pieces Jaggedly edges; dancing and slicing and everything The sensation is like how you catch a cold; first comes the breeze… Then here comes, the sneeze It takes a whole lot to shake it out Sometime you’ll need a special kind of tissue, to wipe away all the harden issue I know, I’m sorry, that was kind of hard to hear but what can I say, I’m no Shakespeare I’m just saying, letting things go doesn’t always come as easy, It is a choice that has to be made, just as freely as the sun disappears from the sea As for now, I got this hole in my heart to contend to everyday I don’t mind all the broken pieces and their sharp edges I believe I can fix those with my heart-made promises and pledges But the hole is like an entirely different subject even for Sigmund Freud As if there are no right words or formula that can ever fill the void I have no gloves to fit to acquit it and no clues can ever fit the crime So, I’m left with only one hope and that it is just a matter of time I miss my mom so much, like how a bird with broken wings, misses the sky So anxious to find some kind of bond to tie it to a future that’s just standing-by I miss all the isolated moments we had together and the feeling of invincibility I miss the home I knew that’s no longer a place, within the vicinity But I will continually try my best, to live; to walk, without the sunlight in my face Knowing that she will always be the sun to this son, she’ll help me find my ways Dec. 30 2015

Copyright © Wilbert Dela Cruz | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Eight Foot Ocean

Written January 30, 2013

A lame duck calls and asks me for the key
To The Barn on Sycamore
A dog drenched down for everyone to see

Walk a line cut thin by your disease
Frayed then dyed and petrified
A moral conscience longing to believe

The flood gates poured before you learned to breathe
Fighting up and falling down
Swim around in circles till you're freed

When smooth libations yield vibrating needs
Sunlight wakes us from our sleep
To get all our affairs in order, so we can repeat

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Return Of The Bright Red Sun

Return Of The Bright Red Sun
       (first half presented)

Dark Days
(Robert J. Lindley)

The Red Sun had hidden away for some years
no blood red to inspire with glowing sheen.
Back again, those fiery red crocodile tears.
Love had died, she was only a lonely teen.

Dark days, she cried - please give me Light
her sobs fell upon deaf ears- apathy reigned.
With no heart, no purpose- no use to fight.
Bleeding heart, torn dress and life stained!

Hiding in a dark and badly painted room 
shadows raced above her small trampled bed.
So nasty, a curse repeated about her doom
wishing death, she refused to ever be fed.

As sad dark curtains slowly dropped down
blasting forth a wave of Red Sun light.
Set aglow, the red rose adorning her gown
Her heart rose to follow this divine sight.

Her sweet soul, raced into the soft clouds
with a renewed happiness gracing its path.
No longer alone and blue in earthly crowds
left far behind was pain and abusive wrath.

She looked back and in merciful pity asked
forgiveness for her evil abusers be given.
That darkness in their hearts be unmasked
And they heaven blessed new lives be given.

Upon entering Heaven's wide opening gate
chorus of angels sang love in her praise.
Admiring her faithful refusal to ever hate
evil abusers she had been given to raise.

Given a new body, one whole and unbroken
she begged yet again, forgiveness for all.
In loving true faith such words were spoken
Merciful God smiled upon hearing her call!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-21-2015

Note_Revised, second half added. 

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Sun Goes Down On My Days

My writings are merely shadows of my regrets

The taste of sadness, of thoughts left unsaid

Touches not felt - 

Tears that dried, leaving salty traces

The feeling of emptiness in my hands, my arms

Walking slowly through my memories...

I long for the moment to come

when I can reach up and touch the sky

I long for one last, unending kiss

I wish I could say "no regrets" as I muse all alone

Now- in a deep shade of purple the flowers fall asleep...

as the sun goes down on my days

Copyright © anne p. murray | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Sun without a rays

Bent knees on the ground 
When the world pulled me down
Face of mine turned into frown
Like I was lost in a crowd

Walking all alone,
Searching for unknown
Wanting what's best,
All I had were tests.

Victory was never mine
Though I kept on trying
So, I waited for the time
Until I got tired of trying

Maybe I'm destined in deep vain
Left with nothing gained
All my efforts gone astray
Like the sun lost its rays.

Copyright © leng mundoc | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse |


I watched 
the dawn breaking fast,
allowing time
to consume my heart,
including the part
with your love
in a piece of glass,
where it is 
cracked with fragments;
where it is
full of scars-
it makes me fragile
and fail to laugh.

Copyright © Thum Chiean Tien | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Sun's Sorrow

He saw everything
Yet he could never do anything,
All he could do
Was sing sorrowful songs
And watch
Everyone that he cares for are in pain
Yet all he could do,
Was rise again
And cause even more pain
In sorrow,
The sun fled,
Leaving a blanket of vast darkness
His sister, the moon
Could not help
For the two are far away
Rain fell continuously,
His sorrow never ceasing
But he must return soon,
Bearing pain and hurt
He continues to watch over us.
The wind and rays
Sing his songs
And the rain
Express his sadness
As he bears humanity’s anguish

Copyright © Jennifer Bui | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Young summer sun

A face so pale, a face so pure
Under the blue of sky in the long field grass, our youth galore
Innocence and sheer beauty combined
A moment of magic cast deep within my mind
The beauty of which once I knew
Before the darker days grew and grew

Rolling in the long, tall grass, running in the fields
Kissing under the evening stars
Swimming in the cool night stream
Looking in your eyes where all my dreams reside

The face so pure and pale
Your hair so blonde and long
Blue eyes that stole my heart
A softness of touch now gone

In the killing fields of France, in the hell of the Somme
The picture of your pale soft face was all I had to hold on
The dream of holding your face and looking into your beautiful eyes
Haunted my time in war, made me cry in the night

Returned a hero, returned a broken man, the boy you loved so much before
died in the fields of a foreign land

Now of an old age, nearly 91

I stand in the field of ours under the burning sun

Looking for the face I love, the fleeting sight of your flowing hair in the breeze on the long, tall grass, your giggle on my ear drum, your kiss of a thousand exploding stars
Now knowing that as I fought for peace
Your battle had begun
You died of a heart attack, you were taken much too young

I never stopped loving you.

I never stopped wanting you.

I never stopped seeing your beautiful soft face, blue eyes in our field of long, tall grass 
Where our love had begun under the young summer sun.

Copyright © T.I.R.O. JY | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Sorrows Bypass

I hide in a niche within myself
Furtively blinding the self from truth
The ravenous tongue knows
It is the other side of
The hidden tank sealed with dried tears
The rivers of sorrow bypass my heart
And I smile at my isolated victory
Proud that I didn't crack down
When another bereavement knocked 
On my door and left me weirdly silent
The lone fugitive peeps through the slits
Hungering for the love of the departed
Perhaps another day the warm sun
Will ride into my heart to stay till eternity 

March 14, 2016
Contest: Fugitive
Sponsor: Julia Ward

Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose |

Internal Tears

Sorrow evokes internal tears
Smudges heart's blueprint
Discontent... woeful -
Yet behold the blot out sun.

Copyright © Denise Morgan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Sorrow into precious Memories

The pure blue sky blow silently
just as if it were meant to be
trees start to sway to the sides
i wonder why i want to cry
slowly losing day
and slowly losing life
i watched the day sun go to sleep
leaving orange and pink to embrace the skies
i think of when we laughed and cried
how we smiled and hugged
if i were to blame
then what was life meant to be?
i slowly stand on the side of green grassed wheat on the mountain i stood my ground on
i look straight to see a beautiful road ahead of me
pines trees stand before me
rocks that guide me
Animals playing to the spring feeling
Behind rocky green mountains strays water
Water that clashes into one making a mirror
which the sun reflects on
Two that is one
one into two
when thinking back before the sorrow i lived through
was precious memories
changing me
and changing life
Night fall begins
Little holes which god peeks through to see Earth
i look up
leaving a last 'I Love You'
before i left the sorrow
and began to love the Memories i treasured most

Copyright © Bridget Lee | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |

Shadows To The Sun

Pulling shadows to the sun,
Never could quite pull enough
Never could quite pull enough
Yeah, loves not good for everyone
Loves not good for every one 

Your lies they tore me in two
You think it's easy without you
I'm still shaded by the guilt 
Still hoping to pull ..through

As I’m pulling shadows to the sun
Hoping one day I’ll overcome
The pains your rays have killed in me
Still can’t see what you felt of me

Can’t see
Can’t see
Can’t see what you felt of me

Can’t see what you felt of me
And I’m pulling shadows to the sun
Never could quite pull enough
Never could quite pull enough

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2017