Sunlight blows across my skin,
And casts my stones into the wind.
Now I'm letting it in.
Blindness burns across the sun,
And tells me I'm the only one.
Now I'm under the gun.
Nothing would ever just come,
Under the blanket of the sky.
Now I'm away from somewhere.
I never thought would die,
No more than I.
Thunders, undercurrents, win.
The starlights all come seeping in.
Before I even begin, I'm letting in.