CREPUSCULE

Skies are burning red
The sun drops right ion your head
Three geese flying alone
I wanna go home
This land is as flat as my heart
And my plans kept us apart
The master of the universe
He’s crying

Tell me if you can
Am I part of a plan
Will my secrets unfold
When I’m useless and old

When every breath cuts like a knife
And I’m caught in the shortcomings of my life
But still in my heart I am true

Follow the worried child
The hero on his last mile
Signed eternally yours
A note is tacked on your door
You’re lost in a no man’s land
Your word like a desert of sand
And your hand in my hand
That’s reality