The Sun

February 9, 2014

I go through the day

Man, I see all the pain

Through trials and rain

Our youth’s lost in disarray

While the Son shines on my face

The dark clouds leave them in the grey

If I could change things --

If I could stop all their pain

I’d bring them the Son

Cuz the light is the way.

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