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David Thomas


Where the Sun Will Always Rise


I wanna leave where the sun will never rise
to go where daylight is my prize
I fear it so and I hate the sound
but to know it's safe will resonate

I wanna live where my sons will never die
I wanna live where the sun will always rise
I wanna leave where the sun will never die
I wanna live where my sons will never die

To see the future they will hold
and know it's safe to let it unfold
I cannot hold back a moment's gesture
because if I'm late then they will lecture

I wanna live where my sons will never die
To see the sun always holding high
I wanna leave where this sun will never rise
I wanna live where my sons will never die

I need to know my family's safe
I need to see the happiness I gave
With or without me I want to know
That they will live where I couldn't go

I want to live where my sons will never die
I want to live where the sun will always rise
I need to live where my sons will always rise
I need to live where the sun will always rise

Submitted: Monday, July 29, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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