The Sun carries the fate
Of our future on its back
The Son carries the weight
Of his past in his pack.
The Sun practices beaming
Ready for the summer show
The Son forever dreaming
Of freedom free to grow.
The Sun solemn staring
At a world disintegrating
The Son struggles caring
In a world hell-bent on hating.
The Sun won’t last forever
But will far out last the Son
The Son’s a trifle clever
But he won’t surpass the Sun.
Their weight on your mind
Their weight on your shoulders
Their weight you will find
Bearing down above us
Their pressure’s always present
Their pressure seems benign
Their pressure so unpleasant
When your life is undermined
Their future’s never honest
Their future seems so grey
Their future isn’t promised
When you’re living for today
Our past is there behind us
Our past always matters
Our past always reminds us
When our spirit seems so shattered
That we’ve always got eachother
When the thread is wearing thin
You’re my sister and my brother
And every new start, starts within.
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