Anvil

The breeze of the wind tickling my cheek

And the sunlight's reflecting on the peek

It's giving me a hard time to talk to you

In a way that won't break our souls

Through all the hard times that comes to my mind

That though all the things come to a close

You're the fire that light up the sun

You're the wind that makes the sun set

So be the hammer of my anvil baby

Be the crusher of my soul already