Before the sun returns. ----------------------------------- Before the sun returns, what is it you think? Are you like me? You'd never tell anyone those thoughts you think? Right now I need more than history. More than a mystery. My hands are bleeding, but it's a small injury when compared to the bullet wounds in my mind. Can you save me this time? Often I ask if you're really there. I sit on this island that some call a chair. Inside, I wonder and scream and cry and pray. I shut it all out with the rise of the day. I need you to carry a flame. Carry my shame. Carry my tears. Carry my pain. Carry my name. Carry my years. Cover my ears when it's too loud in here. Before the sun returns, the sky looks so empty, endless. Am I the only one stuck in these trenches? Don't want my eyes to be hollow with deadness. Before the sun returns, what is it you think? Are you like me? You'd never tell anyone those thoughts you think? The battle is here, so choose your side, If you take a seat, I might tell you mine.
Written by Dema.
