I can feel the sun slowly closing down on me
All I can see is a void filled with unanswered questions
Help me to belive in answers
Help me to conceive of questions.

I walk the same old path- leading me in circles
All I can belive In- random acts of justice
Dropping from the center of the sun
Dropping from my eyes
I cry inside.

Help me fly, help try, help me see the things i would or
cannot see
One more try, one more time, before I take it to the other
side.