In the setting sun I see more than tomorrow
the world revolves leaving me behind
trying to catch my breath still from before
needing to rest, yet needing to move more
The rising sun tells of newness
Its beginning show that there is a tomorrow
beyond all the scars and hurts
a world of colors not black and whites
again the sunsets taking me with it to
find my way in an old new world
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