Wilted
Wilted under Setting sun We’re all scorched, Dry, and numb Desperate in many ways Thirsting for better days
Wilted under Setting sun We’re all scorched, Dry, and numb Desperate in many ways Thirsting for better days
The sands of time Just cannot flow They’re all stopped up With nowhere to go A 2020 rock Impedes their way Through the hourglass To a normal day
This year more than ever We need Christmas in July A little bit of happiness To help the days go by To calm the unrest With a bit of cheer To have a celebration To forget about our fears If only we could gift ourselves A brand new year
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