Dusk

Isolationists, you bid me ill
Yet wonder why I leave at will
There's nothing I can do to make you see
The wrongs you've done and the effect on me
I feel unloved, unwelcome, and yet
You fight away night when it's sunset
The sun needs rest from a world of hate
Come morn, he hops of a pure, clean slate
But all in vain in the coming of day
So he's tried to bring light, but knows he can't stay
This God of the Skies, so tired is he
As nothing's more sad than humanity
You expect me to stay or return like the sun
But for shame, your words of iron have won
So night will come, there's nothing you can do
So don't blame me, this dusk is on you