• she left gliding swiftly on rigid wings
    my heart sank as she chased the sun away
    over the horizon to see new things
    I look out hoping she comes back one day

    the days are dismal, and fog clouds the sky
    I stand waiting on the continents edge
    though it was planned it still seems so awry
    I'll wait till I die I solemnly pledge

    the wind snaps angrily and sky grows dark
    and yet I still vow I will never budge
    where water meets sand I stand on my mark
    thunder, lightning, the sky holds a grudge

    its prized possession, it misses the sun
    I agree, days have never been so dun