The sun rises high as king in the sky
As all other life beneath its rays lie.
Men rarely stop to give thanks for its love.
Our shinning star in the heavens above.
But this ball that we think we know so well
Is actually an inferno of hell.
Born out of the darkest chaos of night,
So we were given our life-giving light.
And great is its anger if you’re up close.
Even down here we can easily roast.
The sun doesn’t know or care who we are.
It doesn’t care that we leach from afar.
So does our master still lease us to live;
So long as its rays continue to give.