This is not a Sunset

This is not a sunset I see before my eyes

This is not the season for living things to die

The angels still cry holy as they always have

The angels still cry holy as they always will

The hopes of revolutions, the disappearance of new regimes

The hearts on fire with anarchy face reality, in the futility of their foolproof schemes

Drunken and bewildered, disappointed, cursed with pain

Everything we lived for poured completely down the drain

Everyone we placed our hope in, everything we wanted to believe

The hearts we followed, the thoughts we borrowed

The sick feeling, the dizzy reeling - the rude awakening

To learn while we were dreaming - we had only been deceived

This is not a sunset with darkness coming on

The hope that lasts seems to suggest this could finally be the dawn

The daybreak we’ve been looking for, the fabled golden age at last

Better than anyone imagined - this destination to which we’ve passed

Where tears and disappointments have no place to stay

Where lies and things corrupted have finally gone away

Leaving darkness on the outskirts with the loneliness of pride

Where selfish wills can no more kill, death in disgrace defeated - without a place to hide

The smoldering ruins of the ages, the best that we could do

Simply wasn’t good enough, there’s no such thing as almost true

Destroyed and disappearing, all the things that we don’t need

Lies and liars face the fires with the unquenched thirst of greed

This is not a sunset I see before my eyes

A bright and glorious horizon, that I have my opened eyes on

Coming into focus, coming into view

I’ve seen this and I’ve known this, even when I could not explain exactly how I knew

But this is not a sunset

This is not a sunset

The sun will never set again

And the angels still cry holy . . .