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