Sun Goes Down

Moving in half steps
I wander wherever I please
Oh but no
Oh no
They don't get me

Formless, young but old
I don't fit in any mold
I don't know
Don't pretend
Anything

High up on a hill
I go to rest my weary head
I can't breath
I can't breath
At all

Flowers full in bloom
Pastel colors fill the room
Feel the breeze
Sweet summer breeze
Upon my face



Credits
Writer(s): Tyron Byrd
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