Everyday its born, everyday it dies
its gone for so long, but only to OUR eyes
Swift movement to the past, then the future it will go
only twice a year, the time travel will show
In a sense its Armageddon, the end in not so long
but for now its borning and dieing, still going oh so strong
Its there when were happy, its not so when were sad
The suns an amazing thing, and for that you should be glad
