Sunburned hands

I watched them drown
On the horizon
A blood red grape that forced the water down

Dusk had come to claim them
Hard workers and stubborn men
Who even time could not erase

It's a basic survival kit, the strength
To hold on of what has already left
A lifeless love came by and claimed
The last of hope

One knock on the rooftop
One knuckle in the face of red tears

It's a sun that drowns the night
And chases the prosperity of dreams away
To call it day