The sunrise breaks too much like the ocean
The sunrise is a chronicle of our collective regret
It cuts itself, tattoos its yesterday to your tear ducts
The sunrise breaks like whitewash
The sky is a beautiful woman's canvas, she only shares with her child
We spend the morning watching her son grow, she raised him the way we all wished to be
Thrown to the stars, landing amongst the clouds, the sun rise is ungrateful
He’s waiting to be out of his mother’s shadow
The horizon is a father who’s not around enough
We are all just witnessing a family eclipse.
Watching the solar system collapse into itself
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