The Warmth of a Dying Sun

When I was born
I was promised the world
To keep dragging through
With out complaining

I want contentment
But All I have is scorn

In - the - back of my mind
I - know that I’m in -
The - warmth - of
A - dying sun

I found solace in
Anything that I could
Distract my mind From
This impending failure

You brought me to this earth
But you can’t
Expect me to follow you

I will not be forced
To be miserable
Even if happiness
Is temporary

I accept my fate
And I’ll smile through the worst

The world is losing light
And there’s nothing left to borrow
I was promised so much
But all that is left
Are these bones and false gold
Bones and false gold

I found something sacred

Walk this
Path paved with silver and gold
To find it goes nowhere

I walk on in the warmth of a dying sun