Testo Empty Crosses

In the dying light of Sunday's best wishes,
between the golden glow and the way you addressed me,
I found a reason to speak.
"There's only so much that you can do.
Your back's been breaking from the weight on your shoulders.
You've carried this world, dragged your feet through the sand,
held every moment in the palms of your aching hands."
We'll sit and we'll talk while the flame smolders. "I wish I could have been stronger for you."
The Sun succumbed to the hem of this aging Earth.
You caught my eye, so I stopped and I turned and watched you fade away.
Carry this light to your grave so our souls know which path they should take.

"You can't save me, let's be honest."
"If there is a life on the clouds, I await your arrival there someday."