The sun shines so bright.
Does it ever get burned?
Does it ever start to cry
When away it has turned?
A beautiful sight
Until one looks too close
And sees not want they want to.
And although it's supposed
To bring light to the darkness,
Does the sun ever need
Someone's hand to hold onto
Or a shoulder to lean
Its sad, lonely head on?
But this never could work.
Once the sun's guard is let down,
The world goes berserk.
Everyone needs the sun
To shine bright just for them,
Retreating back to the sky,
The sun is alone once again.
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