Wounded Sun

Light rays bounce, off the top of my mind
They prism off, into very fine lines
But the lines die out into wounded lands
A perfect fit for me to try my hand

School me now, what do these buttons mean
I’ll click them all, until I light up my screen
I make violet waters, and purple terrain
It’s my virtual kingdom, not reality

Running to the wounded sun
Take along my magic wand
But I can’t save, the helpless ones
So I’ll stay in my kingdom of one

Cause what we are, are mortals in need
But a twist of fate, brings powers to me
Complete my ego, fill out my needs
The screen’s done sheds it’s powers to me

Click me off, a perfect land
Where I can mold, what lies under my hand
My power’s here are quite complete
But outside the sun’s dying, while I gaze at my screen

Running to the wounded sun
Take along my magic wand
But I can’t save, the nameless ones
But I’m staying here, until I’m done