Give Up. Give Up. Give Up?

If I say I'll see,
I'm not sure i will.
I cannot predict weather,
I cannot wait forever.
Orange gives me hope while red gives me fire.
Pride I take with me; anguish.
I'm tired.
Getting into you means more than it takes.
I have to let go of rain,
Bring in rays.
And when I'm let down, I have only one,
My faith to the soil,
My only sun.

To come and go means to leave again.
Forget the direction,
Turn around to inspection.
I look like I'm falling,
Call it flying intuition.
I see it around me,
Making superstition.

I said goodbye,
This will be my sunrise.
So, with my head hung low,
I take my hand high,
Bow my voice,
And i try.