What a joy!
What a wonder!
In my troubles, it still rises.
In my triumphs, it still rises.
On good days and bad days, it still rises.
When I do right and when I do wrong, it still rises.
Alone and on the streets hungry, it made me fruit to eat, a tree for shade, and light to see through the darkness.
I yearn to be like the Sun so I must keep rising.
Good, bad and ugly.
Win, lose or draw.
I must keep rising like the Sun.
In the pouring rain the Sun’s shining box is wrapped in a rainbow…
The Gift of the Sun.
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