It must be so lonely to be the sun Everyone says the lonely one is the moon But she’s never alone Someone’s always singing her tune But the sun is forgotten A common past Taken for granted Praise gone too fast For without the sun where would we be? Frozen to death with no moon to see The moon is merely a reflection A diluted version of her beauty But it hurts to appreciate Her rays burn us brutally Yet here we are Awake every morning Here before dawn That’s when she’s tired too Her brightness isn’t as strong Here you can tell her how beautiful she seems Because she deserves it After all it’s our very lives she brings