The sun can be out but it doesn’t rise every morning, everyone needs someone to lean on.
My aunt’s are there for me on the days the sun doesn’t rise.
They help me climb the hill filled with darkness.
At times not even the moon shines through the storm clouds.
Everyday reminders and people are who encourage me to pull the sun up.
A rope pulled by my loved ones, they help me see through the dark.
They helped me find light a reason.
I am thankful for those I have and will keep the sun shining high for them.
Even if it’s hiding for me.
It’s the joy in others that makes me want the light, that makes me want the sun.
But the sun can’t rise everyday.
We can only cherish the days it does rise.
The sun has been rising more and family helps me keep it shining.
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