Bad Sun on the Rise
by Steve Ormosi
After the sun breaks the horizon
Is when it really sets in
No more hope in a new day
No more excitement that the light brings
(Brought)
And I can’t help but wonder
Where our history went
The people we knew
The chances we took on them
Gone, now.
There is only me left
Solop-static and teary eyed
All that’s left now
Are my dreams of that grave future,
Are my nights before the dawn.
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