Evening descends, evening descends,
As crimson sun dips, the ocean surrenders.
Beyond the horizon, a flight takes form,
Birds in a line, towards forests warm.
To branches that cradle, nests they hold dear,
Back to their haven, year after year,
These birds will return, their journey complete,
To slumber and dream, their soft, silent retreat.
And sleep will embrace, and sleep will embrace.
Evening descends, evening descends,
As crimson sun dips, the ocean surrenders.
We, too, are lost, in this concrete maze,
No haven, no solace, in these modern days.
Evening descends, where will we roam?
Evening descends, evening descends,
As crimson sun dips, the ocean surrenders.
Evening descends, evening descends, evening descends,
Where will we go? Where will we go? Where will we go?
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