The sun was passing over the horizon
concealed by ambiguous haze
so I held up a shard of Iceland spar
to capture the golden god's rays
I've walked through the slums of Chicago
I've walked through the Valley of Kings
I've walked through the woods to my best friend's neighborhood
and I always walk with you in my dreams
These nightmares have rendered me terrified
I'm reciting the Our Father in my sleep
but I only recite prayer when I am scared
I hope the Lord forgives me
I used to dream I'd be a famous singer
I guess I still do now and then
people do not seem to like my voice, but more so how I write
I guess I'm better off with paper and pen
The sun was going on the horizon
a gesture that's always well-received
for at dawn the blushing sky is filled with climactic light
a sign the horizon is pleased