Who Stole The Sun?
A flower unblossomed
A petal in my bosom
A decade older
But it feels like a century of wisdom
No one there to guide me
But the one in my reflection
And then came a storm of blessings
Is that God's everlasting light?
Standing behind closed doors
Oiling their hinges and joints, they're doing it right
Because I never felt so free before
I once thought someone stole the sun
It was dark and I couldn't see
Now I realize the sun was never gone
I was blind because the darkness was in me
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