The Sun Still Rises

The world may look as if it's gone

To Hades in a basket.

The streets may cry with hatred;

The open road with fear.

The battlegrounds explode

To give combatants the impression

That the world itself has come apart;

May not survive the year.

But the sun still rises.

 

And you may try to run away

And hide from grave misfortune;

Denying the existence of

Mortality and fears,

And you may quake to know

That each beginning has an ending;

That all must someday be

The sad recipient of tears.

But the sun still rises.

 

And though all life may pass away,

Come the dawning of the day,

The sun still rises.