Forty three million miles.

Pretty far away.

Forty three million miles from its closest friend.

Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?

The only people to talk to,

93 million miles away.

Everyone keeping their distance,

Not wanting to be burned.

But the sun gets burned every day.

Burned by the sadness.

Do you think the sun needs a friend?

Can’t be fun.

Never alone but always so lonely.

Our friend is 140,000 miles away.

The sun can’t relate.

Must be sad to always shine

When you’re dying on the inside.