The sun could shine a thousand rays
Yet never once brighten our darkest days
If oceans of wine and bullets of rain
Should make us feel, endure its pain
And those who say they’ve nothing to lose
No living and dying, nor options to choose
As time moves on, and day comes night
We reminisce and share its light
Our tears fall gently, our spirits doth rise
We’d walk away yet hear such cries
Would not, I say, just stand as tall
With much to give, yet nothing at all
