Fading Evenings

Chasing dreams back out of the star soft city night
Summer serenaded
driving further from the action
Back to fleeting homes
In the end the wild shock of the world tosses these outlaw heroes apart
Swept away
Gasping for last inhalations of those final time doomed months
Forever is for storybooks and fables
But when this tale comes whispering from the coasts of this country
Never forget that they were counted among the daring
Some of the last souls to run ragged chasing the sun
Still holding fast to the belief that they can win
And who are we to try to tell them otherwise?


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