If you choose to be the sun You are destined to burn So burn fiercely Generous and abundant That you set the evil on run That you warm up all the goodness That itself is the glory you earn. But then also soften yourself As the day turns And when the moon glitters It shall control the tides And glisten the shore lines Waiting for you to come Spreading your arms Again to cuddle the earth. If you choose to be the sun You are destined to burn So burn fiercely Generous and abundant That you set the evil on run That you warm up all the goodness That itself is the glory you earn. But then also soften yourself
