8: or simple ways

I expect you know all the answers, I expect you have your cares, I expect you know all the rules, in life nothings fair. I suspect you plan your maneuvers, I suspect you plan your days. Although you’re rebellious by nature, I suspect you know my ways. With honor and by truth you long for all simple shades, to cover your body and illuminate the darkness at bay. As the tide draws near, and the suns packed away, you can still feel the warmth from the sun the previous day.