Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?

Floating around brightly without a care

Do You think it knows just how important it is?

As big as it is and How much we need it to live

Do you think it knows it’s level of inspiration ?

How it rises each day for each generation

Do you think it knows how much it’s admired ?

How both its brightness and warmth are desired

Do you think it shines it’s brightest when it feels the most love ?

As bold as it is we always look above

I don’t think the sun ever gets lonely up there

Knowing it has us to admire it without a care