South side of the Sky

Hold the sun,
let me come
the morning
when you go

Give a word
small accord
we are more
than my dream

Lift the sun
Raise apart
separate hearts
swept to sea

Let your tears fall into the sea
Love leave pieces where they be
Sung with sirens of the wave
Morning will be a dreaded grave

And then I'm done it just isn't moving along and I don't know what to do with it.  It's to twee or something.