Employed To Serve the warmth of a dying sun

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When I was born
I was promised the world
to keep dragging through
with out complaining
i want contentment
But All I have is scorn
In - the - back of my mind
I - know that I'm in -
the - warmth - of
a - dying sun
I found solace in
anything that I could
distract my mind From
this impending failure
You brought me to this earth
but you can't
expect me to follow you
I will not be forced
to be miserable
even if happiness
is temporary
I accept my fate
and I'll smile through the worst
The world is losing light
and there's nothing left to borrow
I was promised so much
but all that is left
are these bones and false gold
bones and false gold
I found something sacred
Walk this
path paved with silver and gold
To find it goes nowhere
I walk on in the warmth of a dying sun

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