Sun

the sun comes up
i feel its warmth
it's brightness captures me
the sun comes up
i leave behind all
troubles that i see
the sun comes up
and through its rays
i feel a tender touch
the sun comes up
it makes me smile
it's what i love so much
but all good things
m ust reach their ends
they do not seem to last
the sun goes down
and i am left
with my familiar past

July 7, 1995