Sun

By: Woodrow Lucas

Sun, tomorrow I will not be able to see you for a brief moment, reminding me of your beauty and necessity.

Sun, when I feel darkness I smoke a cigarette on my porch and I feel the heat of your rays shining into my soul.

Tales of old haunt me son, and loneliness has sometimes trapped me,

But your voice deep within me shows me the way,

One turn\s away 1000, and two turns away 10000 and I still wait for that mate to my soul to ignite me towards works of service unknown.

Sun when I feel darkness, I smoke a cigarette on my porch and I feel the heat of your rays shining into my soul,

Son my sadness is great sometimes,

For the enemy has stolen with ignominy,

But your voice deep within me shows me the way.

Son, sometimes I get tired, but your light shines brightly within me, waiting for breakthroughs.

And as you rise in the early morning of my reckoning,

I know Joy!!!!

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