The beauty of a thousand suns
Shines on their face.
Not one person runs,
Oh, 'tis no race.
All of the radiant light
Coming from the sky,
Takes away the night.
Makes them feel able to fly.
However they could,
They all got closer.
Bunched up, tight and good,
It wasn't quite over.
For the beauty of a thousand suns
Can never be taken,
Nor can the things that make us run
Ever be mistaken.
