The sun continues with her struggles.
She just bursted the night's bubbles.
Obviously back on her firm feet.
She's gotten over the last defeat.
The sun never gives up the fight;
an appearance of a rejuvenated light.
She's slain her pathetic past...
the future still seems so vast.
Though failure can be inevitable,
the Sun's courage is forever durable.
She falls and rises with a reason.
Success may not be a consistent season.
The voice of time
isn't always a soothing rhyme.
A melody on the low...
the Sun's zeal still flows.
Though she rises to set;
she's still superior to death.
He who runs away
lives to fight another day.