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