THE SUN IS A GHOST

THE SUN IS A GHOST

WRITTEN BY J.R HILTON

2018

I WATCH THE RAIN

ONE EYE ON THE STORM

I BUILD A FIRE

TO KEEP WARM

ALL THE TREES HAVE TURNED

TO YELLOW AND GOLD

ITS LIKE SUMMER TURNED

 ITS BACK ON YOU

INDIFFERENCE, STANDOFFISH 

APPROACHING CRUEL 

SEPTEMBER RAIN TURNS TO SNOW

STUCK HERE AGAIN

NOWHERE ELSE TO GO

NO SOUTHERN COMFORT

ICE INSTEAD OF SAND

SOMEWHERE WARM NOT EVEN

PART OF THE PLAN

LET THE NORTH WINDS BLOW

AND HOPE THEIR SOMEWHAT KIND

ITS ONLY THE SUN MOVING AWAY

GOING ON A HOLIDAY

I SIT HERE WATCH THE LEAVES

FALLING TO THE GROUND

I FOUND THEY 

NEVER MAKE A SOUND 

LYING THERE A BLANKET

 AGAINST THE SNOW

JUST LIKE ME

NOWHERE TO GO

A WHISPERED HUSH

TREES LAID BARE

NO LEAVES

CAN'T EVEN BLUSH

STARK AGAINST GRAY SKIES

ALWAYS SEEM TO FIND ME

I CAN'T HIDE

WHILE SHADOWS GROW LONGER

THE SUN IS A GHOST

A STRANGER

IN THE WHITEST SNOW

STOOD HERE IN

FROZEN DARKNESS

WAITING FOR THE SUN

TO COME BACK HERE

BECAUSE I CAN'T GO

JUST A FEW WEEKS AGO

ALL THE LEAVES

WERE ON THE TREES

NOW THEY'RE FAR BELOW

LIE THERE 

BENEATH THE SNOW

I MISSED MY CHANCE TO GO

AWAY

LONELY AS THE MOON

WHY DOES SUMMER

HAVE TO LEAVE SO SOON

ALWAYS TAKES

A PIECE OF MY HEART

LEAVES ME WAITING SO LONG

TO GET IT BACK

SHORT GRAY COLD DAYS

WHO NEEDS THEM ANYWAYS 

NOT ME

I'D RATHER FOLLOW THE SUN

TO WHERE ITS STRONG

MADE FOR SUMMER

WHERE MY HEART

 RISES LIKE THE TIDE 

AND NO THE SAND

 WILL HAVE TO WAIT

FOR ME

WHILE SEPTEMBER RAIN

TURNS TO SNOW