There’ll be no sunrise this morning Perhaps it’s still out touring In areas much more needy Or for a god that is more greedy.
The sunrise is nothing without its light Maybe it’s wearing a mask to hide the sight Or just for today It’s shining the other way.
The sunrise is our morning Joe Without it we don’t know where to go It got blown to pieces in a storm And is now in some other form.
No, all is well, it just peeked through Taking its place in our purview Ah, that is swell Just be sure to stir it well.
The Infinite 