Our Last Sun
We appreciate the dead
But what about the living?
Where was the adoration
While you were still breathing?
And where were the smiles
That wiped away your sorrow
Or the comforting embraces
That made you want tomorrow
I see you for who you are
And I see you right now
I want to love you while you’re here
I know exactly how
I’ll paint a picture for you
Bake for you
Do what I know I can
Send you letters in mail
Grab a hold of your hand
Sing you lullabies
Hear your cries
Stay by you all these years
Even in that wrenching moment
When you shed your final tear
We tend to live each day
Like we’ll see another sun
But there will come a day
When we see our last one
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