Stop the car, set the brakes,
frame the shot and clear the stage.
Water brushes up against the shore.
Dusk brings forth a royal fire
with violet hues and golden lines.
The clouds are embers glowing red and orange.
The stars will come.
The sun will fade.
Your heart is fleeting and
your tongue is misleading.
But your life has been restored.
Come down and face it.
Have no more regrets.
A few words will satisfy.
The stars will come.
The sun will fade.
Blue moons rise
till brighter days.
For the thing you fear is an empty page
of your spoken words from the center stage.
Start the car and release the brake.
The time has come to leave this place.
Set your course and leave this fear behind
