We fought over it We tried to bomb it out of existence We died But it still rises again The world has ended The people who once cared so much for this thing have long since past There is nothing left for it to rise to But it still rises again Maybe it hasn’t lost hope yet Maybe it’s waiting for an old friend, long dead Or maybe it’s just coming to say that it can to prove that it isn’t dead yet To prove that our best weapons, and their best weapons, and even time itself could not kill it But whatever the reason The Sun still rises, slowly, stubbornly