Everyone loves the sun
Who brightens everyone’s day
They talk about her light, her warmth,
her radiance on display
She’s perfect, they always say
But what happens when
The clouds begin to form
When the sun’s brightness dims
and out comes the storm?
She’s still there, isn’t she?
But why isn’t she loved
the same way anymore?
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 1:41 AM UTC
Everyone loves the sun
Who brightens everyone’s day
They talk about her light, her warmth,
her radiance on display
She’s perfect, they always say
But what happens when
The clouds begin to form
When the sun’s brightness dims
and out comes the storm?
She’s still there, isn’t she?
But why isn’t she loved
the same way anymore?
They only love her when she shines
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