Here comes the sun they say
But do they really know the meaning?
Optimism should help us shine! HA!
Golden vibes, just stop intervening.
Pitter-patter sounding far and wide
When a pattern begins to show.
Singing on the streets and swaying on the roof
That we know is about to blow.
Tongues are twisted, thoughts are heated,
We’ve had it up to here;
Composure somehow drifts our way
When no one lends an ear.
For we are the ones with a dilemma, they say,
‘Cause they’re protected; Inside.
With walls to cover up we’re surely safe!
But it seems there’s nowhere to hide.
Succumb to troubles, let them rain down on you
There’s nothing left to lose.
We’ve lost our passion, lost our minds!
Now trapped down in the blues.
Take our doubt, take our fear,
All misery and grief.
Like a snake shedding its skin,
Let us turn over a new leaf.
Sunshine or not, a light will shine,
Within ourselves we’ll see;
Not despair but a beam of hope
That’ll change what we can be.
Next time their hopeful wheels splash us
We have come prepared.
Our repellent suits will spray them with rain,
Transforming their means of care.
Yes, we’ll put on our weatherproof boots
And leap and cry in cheer.
But that gleaming yellow ball of gas
Isn’t what brought us here.
It’s the flood of saltwater that rushed through our cuts
Through our open flesh and wounds.
So don’t say it’s the sun that shapes us
Because that can only heal a bruise.