Storm, Sun, and shadows.

We.

We.

We're all wasting chances,

then falling together,

That's our problem,

We think its forever.

We all fall apart,

as the age grows old,

and without love,

we can't hear what is told.

We spend all of our time,

wishing for more than we possess,

Believing we're in control,

but under another's duress.

We're all looking for love,

knowing we'll regret,

we're saving the memories,

we'd all rather forget.