| The Sun From the corner of my eye I see the sun, Its radiant, black heat beating on me like a drunk father, I close my eyes wish it away. From There.. From the earths green soil a plant grows, From the bright lights of the bustling city unrest thrives, On the ground it all falls and dies. Change Eyes open for first time, All a child can see is pain hate, New times need to come. Are you a bird? A born-again bird opens its wings, Has seen the world and its promise, From the branch it falls. |