Moving the Sun
You are on the edge, not on the run;
Hope is the rope, you learn;
Many in the streets,
You ought to move the sun.
Where is the attorney,Counsellor of time;
You are the rain weakening the dark cloud,
Every step of yours, loud, progressive and stout!
There is cure or there is none;
You are now moving the sun.
You are in the middle of a bombing run,
Too many bloodshed in the chicken run;
Glory to many a mother’s sun,
There is life or there is none;
Today you have hit the home run;
Today you are moving the sun.