Throughout the fields of unshaded grace

Throughout the field Of unshaded grace Within the land Of the neverending sun With all the appropriate compliance I strive for the sunset For all time from now to then I can not free myself from the memory Warmth surrounding me In the darkest corner of my mind A childish joy overwhelming me While aggrieving insects Smashing rocks on them A wholeheartedly joy Aggrieving, crushing It fills me from the navel to the chaff Now, as I refuse to soar myself above others It's getting cold, deep inside of me It's been a decision of my mind, not of heart. A coldness that makes me shiver Catches up to me, displaces warmth. Abiding my decision I ache for the times I was free To unleash this childish joy and warmth The decision was made somehow Without my anticipation. It's a long way from home one to the other side A fucked up journey When you try to walk away from yourself From the darkest corner of your mind The decision was made somehow Whitout your anticipation Into the never-ending sunset The memory, a so called friend, Is always accompanying me, Torturing me by reflecting what I was. I cannot free myself from the memories In the land of the never-ending sun