manic_panic
Bluelighter
“Sun God”
The sun god is overwhelming
but never in the night
I feel like candy crunchin in a toddler’s mouth
and rearranged to be swallowed at bedtime
with delight until that time is right
Time is right
The sun god is shining spot on
but no, never in the night
Never in the night
Not ever in the night time
But this isn’t about me or my growth
Sun God is wanting one of its own
divine children to tell a dying saint
who is awaiting a well-paid visit to learn
about the love and laughter in the good heaven
So a lively, healthy child says to his faithful, friendly brethren
“God Bless and farewell to you, Reverend…”
In bed the saint prays and sure does accept hugs
but cannot speak, not even in tongues
because
During sunset in morning after wind chills, the blows are the only sorrows he’d even have still… nothing else breached between borrowed trust, huffy-puffs, and cheap thrills … The dying man has a last wish…for that which his last happiness would bring, for…
An angel of any kind to finely sing
softly and gently and finally sing
Amazing Grace till the last church bells ring
It may have been winter, it may have been spring
but I’m confident he shared a spirited greeting
since his soul floated way up to heaven and away
remembering the sun god cannot sing
The sun god cannot sing
not even in the day
The sun god is overwhelming
but never in the night
I feel like candy crunchin in a toddler’s mouth
and rearranged to be swallowed at bedtime
with delight until that time is right
Time is right
The sun god is shining spot on
but no, never in the night
Never in the night
Not ever in the night time
But this isn’t about me or my growth
Sun God is wanting one of its own
divine children to tell a dying saint
who is awaiting a well-paid visit to learn
about the love and laughter in the good heaven
So a lively, healthy child says to his faithful, friendly brethren
“God Bless and farewell to you, Reverend…”
In bed the saint prays and sure does accept hugs
but cannot speak, not even in tongues
because
During sunset in morning after wind chills, the blows are the only sorrows he’d even have still… nothing else breached between borrowed trust, huffy-puffs, and cheap thrills … The dying man has a last wish…for that which his last happiness would bring, for…
An angel of any kind to finely sing
softly and gently and finally sing
Amazing Grace till the last church bells ring
It may have been winter, it may have been spring
but I’m confident he shared a spirited greeting
since his soul floated way up to heaven and away
remembering the sun god cannot sing
The sun god cannot sing
not even in the day
