By: Brandon Maule
The sunlight spoke the softest words
blue skies and fiery sunsets.
Time is a river, so grab a raft. Down the stream we will go;
taken to the highest reaches of man, just to say it can be done.
As the moon rises and our eyes fall, our time is done.
To the heavens I go, I'll be your light.
When darkness comes, fret not for I'll be by your side.
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