Sunny

Golden ivy stretches 'round and 'round
'Neath the pillars set on high
These bright colors would never drown
'Til they're told the sea had died

A sunny disposition
A dire and blood-tarped mission had I
Tarnished in dead remission
To slowly turn the tale and find

That I'm getting older



Credits
Writer(s): Alec Ramsey
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