Who killed Sunshine?
Tore this rising globe from the sky,
with many sad voices asking-why?
Now, there is no sunshine when she's gone,
but only tears to form the rains
and flooded pains.
No Sunshine to fill the smiles,
or to shine on the darken miles
that causes us to stumble and fall,
that causes us to harm one and all.
Who killed Sunshine?
for there is no sunshine when she's gone,
but only tears to form the rains
and flooded pains.
copyright by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved
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