Descend to above

A red sunset is painted.

It's lights melting through the windows

of that old wooden house - the one that we

once called home.

The sky is crying.

The clouds are lost within it.

The sea is mourning for something,

something made out of our memories, which

can never be found.

And you just sit there,

you stare at the sunset,

on the beach where we layed and

looked into the stars.

Are you waiting?

Are you hoping?

Hoping that something,

something that drove us apart,

will bring us one day together again.

The sky turns black...

The sunset is gone.

Are you crying?

Or are you hoping

that one day we can be one?