The sun rose again that day, At this I was surprised My raw hands reached up To cradle it and Pulled it from the skies. The sun rose again that day, It seemed like a mistake. I held it closely As I cried, Fearful it would break. The sun rose again that day, It never explained why But in my heart I knew I Loved the sun As much as it loved I.
This is about a lot of people but most importantly it's about myself