Lament

Sometimes the sun
goes round the moon
remembring when i
was your own

...Like when I stand
with you face to face
imagine this world
a crazy place

...I see the passion
in your eyes
as the soul
comes down and cries...

The sunset paints
a thousand tears
...creeping memory clears.

Feeling myself sink
without an eye blink
...and with all
those lie
I bid goodbye.