of stardust and rhymes
S H E W A S T H E S U N // 3
My name is the Sun
I carry the world on my shoulders
And as intangible and composed
I may seem; the weight is heavy.
I carry the world on my shoulders
And as intangible and composed
I may seem; the weight is heavy.
My name is the Sun
I raise my voice from days darker
And as an awakening truth imposed
My words, my words become clarity.
My name is the Sun
I was built solid, having much to offer
With an indefatigable energy
But as people struggling in fear posed
On all pictures, glared at me jealously.
My name is the Sun
I am the world’s finest observer
Yet my heart is empty
Why do I shine so brightly?
Why does all this light,
This warmth, fill me with agony?
I have all this passion inside,
And taming this fire to abide
Is not easy;
I burn my senses,
My ability to shine, my deepest quality,
All I leave is a scar,
For every life that sees right through me.
I raise my voice from days darker
And as an awakening truth imposed
My words, my words become clarity.
My name is the Sun
I was built solid, having much to offer
With an indefatigable energy
But as people struggling in fear posed
On all pictures, glared at me jealously.
My name is the Sun
I am the world’s finest observer
Yet my heart is empty
Why do I shine so brightly?
Why does all this light,
This warmth, fill me with agony?
I have all this passion inside,
And taming this fire to abide
Is not easy;
I burn my senses,
My ability to shine, my deepest quality,
All I leave is a scar,
For every life that sees right through me.