Sun does shine again

 If I were born in a different time
With a different tint
The colours of my skies
Would've likely never changed
See, I see red
Blue and black
Purple too
I find myself staring at the night sky
More often than I should
I dance to the tunes of birds
Nature has a strange grip on me
The world's hanging by the teetering balance of our souls
But at night I'm truly free
Or so I once thought
For oh so many years
But now I am awake during the day
Finding myself a working man
I walk among those with many years
Of experience in their hands
I learn what I can, discard what I once lost
The sun does shine again on this lost soul
I spend time with my friends, and dance to the tunes
Of the birds, and sing along too
I used to lie to myself a lot, to tell the truth
I never believed I'd be where I am, doing what I now do
But I put in the work
I did improve
I found myself walking among those fools
Who, like me, believe in their dumb dreams
And I hope we'll remain alike still
As they go on to achieve theirs
But I find myself in a slight bind now
I study, and work, and study my work
I try to get better at that which I love
But it's hard learning from the ground up
I lived for many years in the shadows, hiding from the moon
But the sun does shine again, and the sky is light blue
Orange sometimes, sometimes red
Ultimately it doesn't do to dwell on things that are lost to time
Maybe I am one of them
But after all, I'm here still
Moving on from all the hurt that I once felt
Trying to build a brighter future
Under the sun again
It's exhausting, but I do my best
To learn
To earn my keep
I'm still in shallow water, learning to swim
In a few years I'll hit the deep
I'll master my craft
That little kid that I was
He's in the past
But he's still within me
Dreaming along
I'll set him free
But not for too long
See I need him, and me he needs
At least that's what
We both believe
So he'll never leave me
And I'll never let go
For the sun does shine again
On both parts of our shared soul

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