Real Colors of The Sun

Found at the top of a sweet ribald
For you for being water, hope and light
Falling inane in ashes and all it's blurs
To suffocate up from unknown heights
You reach your hand out of the shadows
But it's where you were made to grow
It throws the blow and you know
It falls to hide

If you'd uplift your old spirit
It'll be seen and be hallowed
If you'd expand and stretch
yourself it'll be swallowed

It unwinds into discontinuity
In the dark it develops blindly
We fight and sacrifice to stand our scarcity
To rise again and try to be someone new
In the real colors of the sun

This is the end of the sign
It came enlighten and gone in dread
Distant and made to be small
Self dissonant until there's nothing left
You might shout from inside your gap
But it's where you love to fall and beg
It's who you are

You wide open your eyes
You raise your head too high
and end up blind

I see the floor refusing itself to abide
I hear the silence walking out untied
I feel the touch decay and set aside
And it shred without one to testify

It may rise again, but it'll never be real
In the new colors of the sun