Sun ain't gonna rise

It's not sweet words I try to find or clever things to say
for I could speak of many things
in oh so many ways
but it's my thoughts flying through the night
above the winding cities see them shine

For every child without a light, hiding from the cold
the dispossessed, the seldom blessed, the weary and the old
when the face of every stranger, is a mirror to your soul
Sun ain't gonna rise in the morning.

So think before you say there's no reason for a man to lose his mind.
Words of pity fill your ears and many times your eyes it'll make you blind,
you know it makes you blind
so many dreams of vague charity they live a season
just to fade and die

But for every priest without a flock, who once believed in right
for the poet with a line who dried up over night
For the drunk without a jar, to keep him out of sight
Sun ain't gonna rise in the morning

Beyond the clouds of whirling smoke, wheat fields touch the sky
shady trees and meadow seas, Autumn winds and August breezes fly
Oh you know they fly
and it's not for me to say where or when
all this will go and never be again

For every frozen optimist, who put his faith in love
for the drowning sinner, with his eyes on God above
and the old man left behind the queue, without the strength to shove
Sun ain't gonna rise, sun ain't gonna rise
Sun ain't gonna rise in the morning