Shining in my eye,
And it was bright,
So blinding bright to me.
And as I lay helpless,
Unable to speak or roll,
I didn't understand
Why sometimes the sun was there,
And sometimes it was not.
And if this life is chrysalis,
And one day I shall fly,
I hope the first thing that I see
Will be the sun of the afterlife,
Shining, blinding me
With goodness and light,
The love of a brand new day.
And I hope that I will know
Where the brilliance shines from,
And know that no matter how life might move,
I can always turn my head
To see whatever I want.
I want to see you.
-jenn
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