Where did the Sun go?
We arise each morning,
our faces wear a frown.
Deaths, we keep mourning,
Sorrows for the many skins that have gradually turned brown.
We search the heavens for a clue,
our tears, defying gravity, proceed upwards.
Awaiting the days our skies will again become blue.
Whilst we contemplate our fate with a lack of words.
The Sun that often made us smile,
washing, with pleasure, those things that brought pain,
has apparently traversed a journey of many a mile.
Abandoning us to be forever slain.
Where did our Sun go?
The skies are empty without its glow;
our faces covered in shame, our paces slow.
Wails on end shall we forever know,
until we figure out where the Sun did go…