You Aren'T Sure

There on the rock wall The sun kisses the last time Then it bows and bids farewell For the evening to spin her rhyme. But you hope there'll be a morrow The transient night will end The darkness will be a passing sorrow With the new dawn you will amend. There on the mountain peaks The sun clings one last time Then another world it seeks Here the evening spins her rhyme. But you aren't sure there'll be a morrow And the night that arrives will end The darkness will be a passing sorrow Gifting you a day to amend!