The sun shineth no more
It seems like yesteryear
Life was an open door
But now it is a drear
Of course ye art in tears
‘Tis nothing to ignore
Behind barrel of fears
The sun shineth no more
The sun shineth no more
Look to the sky above
It lost its shiny glore
Which ye hath learnt’ to love
Written in 1989
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 