The sun rose today, as it always does.
It sees us for who we are, masks,
shadows, and souls.
Disappointment in our human track, racing
to a brilliant death, yet it still shines on us all.
Frigid minds are warmed by rays of light.
Broken souls are mended by day’s delights.
Shattered hearts are made beautiful,
Oh, that we could hide in clouds
and not see the sun,
our hearts would beat for none,
and tears be drowned in lack thereof.
The sun rose today, as it always does,
yet I rest in peace,
quite in my tomb.