It will always come up, even if your down.
It will always shine bright, even if your blue.
You can always count on it, to remove your frown.
It will always be there, to help you pull through.
When rain has you low, so deep in the soil.
And it makes you feel sad, in a ball you will coil.
But by the next morning, the sun shall be shining.
And you’ll wonder why, you were even crying.
When things sure feel wrong, and your down in the dumps.
The sun shines on your skin, it gives you goosebumps.
When you feel like a lump, of worthless filth.
The sun shall raise, and rid you of your guilt.
When flowers are dying, they shall no longer wilt.
When the sun rises high, they will stand tall once again.
They’ll become restored with life, they’ll become rebuilt.
Because the sun always rises, until time stands still.