My sky, their sun

-Anil Emage

If the skies all broke and be smithereens

Would you join me collect those crumbs?

Or would you go chasing their sun?

If the crumbs all they sparkle in my hands

And my fingers bleed, oh lost child

Would you go chasing their sun?

If my fingers bleed and I cry out

Would you stretch your hands for me?

Or would you go chasing their sun?

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