Have you seen the suns horizon? It glitters in the sea. The waters are glowing.
But for once, It isn't from the city. Tife angels are meeting up again.
And from Helios carriage they see,
Their eyes mundane,
With a glowering sight,
Eyes closed tight,
They no longer wish to see.
Their vision masked by a thickening cloud,
which continues to oppress you and me.
Unaware of the consequence,
It is something we tend to fancy.
But the angels know.
The angels see.
They frown,
And continue to plea.
Blue with life,
Now Black with debris,
The ocean under the sun,
Mopes for sympathy.
Orange with glee,
Now Red with fury,
The sun beams brightly,
Emitting its way,
Through the thickening clouds of gray.
Have you seen the suns horizon?
It becomes opaque in the sea.
The waters are slowing.
And again,
It is because of everybody.