The world cools over pile of rocks

 the sun can't sing because it never stops

it can't tell what its warming

 but sometimes he hears little wispers over the years

Yelling, fighting and war

He thought to himself

What am I doing this for

Why should I keep this warm 

The earth is breaking apart

 and its hurting and burning my heart 

The sun thought what if I stop

 what if I let them all go to rot

As the sun slowed down earth became cold

 and just before he stopped

he hered a sound so small but so bold

He heard a laugh of a child

something so small and fugal

 playing like there was no tomorrow.

 the sun looked at this and watched her grow up

 she danced in the woods and told storys and stuff

then one day she met a man,

who loved to hold her and kiss her hand

 she became a adult

 and she yelled and fought

over thang like money politics and junk

 the sun started to slow down

 from its broken heart

but then he heard a cry and the suns cycle restarts