The sun, he burns with golden fire,
A king upon his throne so dire.
He lights the world, he warms the land,
Yet holds no love within his hand.

He chases night but never stays,
Forever lost in endless days.
He dreams of rest, of cooling shade,
But must endure the light he made.

A fiery crown, a lonely fate,
Bound to shine and never wait.
For though he glows, though bright he beams,
The sun still hides his secret dreams.