Sunrises.
Sunsets .
When we're left to our own demises.
We most own our regrets.
Blue skies.
Black skies .
Looking for purpose in God's eyes.
Lost in a world that has no sympathy.
Swimming in a sea of iniquity.
From one extreme to another how quick we run the guantlet.
Good times.
Hard times.
Either way you never forget.
Sunrises.
Sunsets.
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