I feel The Suns Haze.

Laying in the grass, wishing time would pass, never knowing when, where or how, we must make our judgement now.
Remembering the past can never really last, holding onto fear and trying to make me hear.
Your red ink once was planted against the wall but now they never knew it all.
Changing appearance or talk can't make you walk, so raise your head against the best and tell them all the time can't stand tall.
We once ruled the emerald, but it's dust till dawn and gone back to home.
The earth sheds it's tears as we get taken over by fear.
Darkness tries to hind our light but we will fight.
Now the grass we lay in and the time that passed, we never knew when, where or how but we've made our judgement now.