Sunbeams at the end of the world

When my life comes to an end

When the world comes to an end

When it all crashes down and fades to an end

My love won't come to an end

So why won't you put an end to the distance between us?

Here I am, open and waiting

For you to carry sunbeams down from wherever you are

Perhaps it'll burn, perhaps it'll be grace

For a sinner like me, anything from you is grace.

— rhioost
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