These gentle hues of sunset, provoke these tears upon my face
Thinking of times, in the past, of which I can't replace,
Dreams manifest themselves, thinking of long past misery,
Beauty is in the eye the beholder, and she meant everything to me,
My emotions make as a puppet, my master to control from above,
I can't help myself from wondering about my distant love,
I never want lose these things that make me real,
But I'm constantly manipulated by all these things I feel,
I was but a pawn in this corruptive game called love,
And in my times of hardship, she was my peace-keeping dove,
I wish I could tell everyone how I feel, I wish I could make them see,
She was was the key to the chains on my soul, that unlocked them and set me free,
The gentle hues of sunset provoke these tears upon my face,
Dwelling on thoughts of the past, and emotions I cannot erase.