Hope.

There's something calming
About the sunset.
Even though it leaves hope
in the dust,
Even though it has no meaning,
You know it'll happen again.
And you have something
to look forward to,
still.
There's something calming
About the sunset
With its weary violet hues,
With its blue sky,
Turn black,
You feel like you're nothing one moment,
And then another like there's nothing
that you could possibly lack.
Its surviving rays,
No matter what shade of gray,
Remain in your eyes.
You're here and back,
Yeah, there's something about
the sky turning black.