The sun sits high
Above every cloud
It protects me from darkness
That I won’t allow
It reminds me of life
Of hope, of laughter
Darkness reminds me
Of those brought to slaughter
It sets and I reach
For the final rays of light
But it left me again
In the darkness this night
Alone and scared
Is how I feel
Cringing fear
On my knees I kneel
Every second
The fear get bigger
Should I use a knife
Or pull the trigger?
I beg for mercy
I'm losing my mind
Until the sun finally rises
With an innocent smile, so kind.
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