I like to watchfully gaze
at the passing sun with my eyes
and remember the good old days
but even the beautiful star dies
as its time passes and succumbs
passing memories are what I wish
my mind was able to stay from

like A passing shadow
that fades away in the Atlantic
Deep in the waters that's not shallow
I drown in a world of sycophantic
beings being lead astray
into a world of decay

In these feelings I can't swim
and the dark eclipse
make my view turn grim
this was not the scripts
my life was to be written by
but everything changes
and I ask myself why?

but as long as the sun will rise
and my head can rest as it lies
on the feeling life is worth
the suffering and living
then up I am never giving
even the fly has its purpose
even if we can't see it in the mist
I am happy I exist