Right Into The Sun

The desert sand, the burning heat, my feet blistered, cracked and I feel broken.
If we took each others hands into ours, would it only be a token?
There's so many things I want to say so many ways words n tears can go awry.
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Like why so many people lie.
When there are so many other ways to die.

So I should go
So I should run
Right into The Sun

Laying my head low for now
down by the river flow
In a clearing just out of sight
my demons they are there to fight.

There I look them in the eye
yelling "Do Your Best! to destroy me."
Seems I've danced in hell so many times
I have to admit they kinda boar me.

So I better go
So I better run
Right into The Sun

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Mayan, in the year 844 AF.