Dying Sun
No matter how hard that I pray,
When it is calm and day gets late,
My dying sun sets anyway.
Despite the warm hours of day,
The nights will come that we hate,
No matter how hard that I pray.
Even when the children do play,
And minds are still in lively state,
My dying sun sets anyway.
Now is your journey back to clay.
I can do nothing for your fate,
No matter how hard that I pray.
As I hang my head in grief and dismay,
I see you can’t escape life’s weight.
My dying sun will set anyway.
And now as your light does decay,
I see the light new life creates.
No matter how hard that I pray,
My dying sun sets anyway.