Trouble.

Shy me away thy beautiful sun, i stand underneath the bright,
Burnt off my bare feet, attending to the pain so light,
Do dare me of the lone, as i so await of the night,
To that eve i see you one last, gently avoid by my sight,

I wouldn't soon be there i am sure, for once i'd be right,
Certainly of all the failures i have met, you'd be the most polite,
For once just stand by me, stay ignorant lay quiet,
All i asked for is a dream, all i saw was but fright,

Now its time i must let go, but before i do i'd write,
I won't let these tears fall, i would know how to hide,
Slowly walk away then, let the sorrow be light,
Trouble? i won't make any, this time you take my plight.