Stray from the Dead

As the sun is setting, on the ocean of blue
At once forgetting, of your noose
No longer there, cannot compare
Feeling so small, only to have a single share
You can try to use, a golden goose
Yours to waste, the low hanging fruit
Or pick instead, ending the dread
Feeling alive, stray from the dead
Getting much closer, the clouds are glowing
The ripples slow, only tides are flowing
From the depths, shallow transit
Greeting the shore, crashes are met
You can try to use, a golden goose
Yours to waste, the low hanging fruit
Or pick instead, ending the dread
Feeling alive, stray from the dead
Red and orange, Ra fades away
The stars come out, starting their day
Just one or two, but before it’s through
The only ones counting, are the fools
You can try to use, a golden goose
Yours to waste, the low hanging fruit
Or pick instead, ending the dread
Feeling alive, stray from the dead
All is black, in struts the moon
Hear the howl, not a moment to soon
Not dead yet, a second wind
Third and fourth, it never ends
You can try to use, a golden goose
Yours to waste, the low hanging fruit
Or pick instead, ending the dread
Feeling alive, stray from the dead