Treasure Island

Carike Klokow

(25/02/1984 / South Africa)

My Child of the Sun


My child of the sun
i know yur scared
how far will you run
for what are you prepared?

My child of the sun
open your eyes
look infront of you
look up to the skies

My child of the sun
why are your running so far
what do you want?
A piece of the moon or a big bright star?

My child of the sun
your flames burn bright
the day has long begun
and still your out of sight

My child of the sun
here comes the moon
now you have to run
he'll be out soon

My child of the sun
you have left me
all i see now is a frowning night,
but in a few hours again i'll see the light.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Edited: Friday, August 27, 2010
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