The sun seems to halt in the sky
While screaming resumes inside my mind
As the shadowy crows stop their crying
The shade stays still and unwavering
A knife in the chest for what feels best
Sinking deeper with every word expressed
Every misplaced glance, every etched memory
Augments the inevitable pain in our story
Yet the willing choose their own course
‘Cause nothing in this world can be forced
You’re not just a fleeting kryptonite tear
Because when the sun stops, you’re here.
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