Are you, in truth, happily shining down upon me?
Despite the days I have taken away from you?
Despite the nights you've spent in the coldness of rain clouds?
Will you not judge me, or yourself, with the way things have been?
Instead, will you shine on? Live on?
For when your warmth graces my skin, all sorrow eludes me.
Will you slumber as deeply as I have slumbered through my tears?
Tears that fell freely, as I listen to the story of you.
A story unforgotten, never broken no matter how many times it's been told.
And when I awake, will you be your mighty majestic self?
Won't you cast your radiant glow upon the faint?
And will I see you shining on?
