How am I sure?
Of course, there are many stars that shine bright. There’s no way to see them all, to know which one is my favorite. But the brightest one to me is my sun.
My sun was the one to show me the way
My sun always showered me in its warming rays
I asked it for a promise, a promise for it to stay
But my sun has grown colder with every passing day
Now, I look around and all I see is shade
Everything is gloomy and everything is grey
Sometimes I want a world without my sun
A world rid of a darkening star that’s light had only just begun
Then, I realize what I really desire
A world without me, a world that is brighter
The entire world would miss my beautiful sun
But a world with one less shadow… well, it’d be missed by none