The Way of the Suns
Going up the stairs
Keys in my hand, rattles
My mind in a battle
I don't want to be in this
Field
Why me
I have a vision, he a young boy with his intelligence
A crook one day
And the other, an angry clan
No no no
Teach me the way of the suns
For the sake of our sons
It's hard to fix broken men
But what about the young boys quickly growing
The daughters are doing okay
It's seems so, it's so
It's the boys
That worry
A field
Free me
Why me Lord
I've done everything I can
Am left sore
Its the sons
I cannot imagine
I don't want to see
Please I beg you, teach me
So I can teach them
Show me
Show us
How do we save a falling generation
Generations
You created the sun
It shines so brightly
So full of energy
Gives its 100%
Light, a lot of light
Please save our sons with your sun
Broken dads
Broken sons
Dwindling...
Light our way
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