A sunset we may be
A sunset we may be...
colors so differently born,
but placed together in a beautiful
brilliant way...
A sunset we may be...
Not disturbed by polluted hatred
that tries to displace
our beautiful array...
A sunset we may be...
laying so delicately,
but before long
blocked out by a soft night song...
A sunset we may be...
The painful morn as we are torn,
yet to be placed together again
with the expire of the very next day...
A sunset we may be...
