The Children of the Sun
The lights are out tonight,
But our struggles still ignite
The hay of hope, like hearth
Amidst the cold and dark.
To the temples in the sky,
For Heaven-on-Earth we cry.
We're our own Kingdom Come,
For we're the Children of the Sun.
The sinners passing by
Might greet us with goodbye.
Is it their guns against us might?
They wouldn't stand against our light.
Come Hell or Highwater,
With our sons and our daughters
We'll stand together as one,
For we're the Children of the Sun.
Copyright © Akhil Sankurathri | Year Posted 2019
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