And to the Sun I Go


Finally I can fear the voices of the choir
Feelin' like a freight train barrelin' through
Rollin' on these same tracks
As yesterday makes way for today
This broken city needs a destination
Destitute like an empty home
Mountains seen in the clearin'
Beyond the Sun's final restin' place
Makin' way to the end of the day
Needin' hope on a deafenin' night that's not so silent
Nothin' but cold bodies
Unmistakable cries
Livin' life like shattered glass on concrete floors
Broken down and tired
Fearin' the worst of the choir's call
Movin' like a freight train
Passin' this haunted city
Beyond the broken street lamps
Towards the mountains clearin'
Where the Sun's in full display

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