I did not write this one in a tent, therefore it is not as swag.
The sun is a fiery red
As it descends into the sky
Like a sinking vessel
The field beneath us
Crunches with every step
The brush sways
In perfect unison
You look back and
Your hand pulls away
Offering the past
A second chance
But then you turn back
Your eyes lock with mine
I look at you and say
We will get through this
Just take my hand
I promise
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