Testo Lonesome Moon

sun, you've run astray.
what did we do to drive you away?
does some new fear plague that I can't allay?
have you grown weary of shining all day?
it's grown so dark in this place, since you've been longing for the shade on your face.
as if your own light could be displaced.
now, do you run from what illuminates?
I know you grow tired of this weight, how your fate is a burden you'd hope to escape. but I remember how high you once shined.
I remember how high you used to climb: you were always too far for me to hold.
would you let me grow old in this cold?
what other world are you trying to find?
are you going to leave me behind?
please, don't leave me behind.