Cheer up, the sun’s gone out –
your apocalyptic vision may just be true.
‘Tis not gonna light up again, don’t you pout
I know how much you really want it not to.
A couple of hours is all it’ll take.
To everything you’ve ever loved, say bye-bye –
the first to go will be your secret soul ache
and every memory that made you cry.
The sea will rise and take your life away,
you’ll never have to care about it all again.
The fire will burn those bills you could not pay,
the dreams you lost, trust you could not reclaim.
Gone will be every desire you dared to caress –
an empty endless night unfurls at your heel.
Your voice alone will echo in the darkness,
but gone will be every wound you refused to let heal.
But if you are willing to brave another day,
like us, look to the east with hopeful eyes.
Be who you thought you could be, don’t turn away,
the sun wakes slowly, but surely it will rise.
Dawn breaks with pompous righteous grace,
claiming to right all the wrongs you’ve done.
It will put everything back in its place
so you can take back your mistakes one by one.
Why yes, this is my first attempt at rhyme. Why you ask?