The sun grew weary of seeing men squander its light

Placing their hopes and dreams on their pillows at night

Seize the day, is what they used to say

Now they are machines wasting away

They do not understand this gift of life, of sight

This star is not something you simply ignite

My illumination shouldn’t have trepidation

They should be running, sailing, screaming for salvation

Living, breathing, celebration

There is miracle in our existence

If only the humans would find their deliverance

When I am lost, and the people drive by

We will regret we didn’t say goodbye