If the sun should burn bright at night
It would keep the demons at bay,
No dark cloud to obscure the light
It would forever be day.
If the moon were a crystal ball
One could see what was coming and deal
With the sorrows and grief to befall
Those in pain that are waiting to heal.
If the stars were sweet wishes and dreams,
One would gaze heavenward and pray
That faith was as brilliant as their beams,
And dark shadows could be swept away.
But each day has its light and dark,
Bringing life challenges and strain,
Threatening clouds always leave their mark,
Yet the sun always shines again.
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