B4 / Em / F4 / F
For some reason Being under the sun makes one Feel lucky to be alive I've... looked up through the blue sky To the light shinning down Faster than my eye can spy Moving ever so quickly until it penetrates me Piercing my stratum corneum Warming my epidermis Turning pale white to brown Our star's power is awesome When you think about where it came from? Our star's power is beauteous When you think about how it sustains us And, I wonder how similar we are... To God... as we are... to our star? Children of the Sun Born to this solar system, I am Sons of the Star Born to this secular system... Peculiar, I am? May the light shine down upon you May the bright eclipse the shadow May what's right broaden the mind that's narrow Bringing insight to it's point-of-view In sight of the children of the Sun Insight of the children of the Sun Take our light And, reflect it back Helping bring hope to those who lack Helping bring light into their night