Sun

When the sun hits the sky,

Everybody’s fear is in disguise.

When the lights dim the streets,

Everyone’s afraid of what they can’t see.



You don’t need to die,

When you can live.

You don’t need to take,

When you give.



Inside us all,

Is a jewel unlike any other,

It shines brighter,

When we love one another.

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