I am doomed as the sun, who may never sleep,
But reach with tongues of fire and a million golden arms
for her sister stars but no one will take her hand.
Who wants to get their fingers burnt?
And so I'm doomed to lay alone, as the sun.
Just as the sun is held away from the cool, rest of night with the chains of who she is,
I find a wall of stone where others find the doorway to the day.
That is a room I cannot enter.
The sun longs to weep a cool, wet tear but her firey anger consumes them. Now she longs to rain tears of skin bubbling flame on daytime and nightime until she is fire no more.
But instead she is forced to keep her tired eye pinned open for a sentence of what feels like an eternity.
So when you look up and see her lay alone, comfort her as one day even her time will end
And I just hope our endings meet...
