The sun is coming up And you will wait for the day, Soon you will wake up And walk on the big house And think of what you have done. You've had your share of seasons, But you are giving up. They don't want you feeling this way, Under the hurt of your dismay, The end of your life is nearby, You are confused and you are lost, Too weak to face the day, The sadness that you feel, The sun is coming up. It's a long way from home, And then you find yourself without faith. The hardest part of became too old, It's when you meet on the floor And just like did before You deal the pain in your life So lone. The sun is coming up, Casting light on your weary frame, But you remain in the shadows, Lost in regret and shame, Each day feels heavier than the last. The weight of your past, It is too much to bear. But they don't want you feeling this way, Of course, not, caught in your despair, The end seems closer with each passing day, You're adrift, without a smile, Too frail to face the world, Consumed by the sadness, unfurled, As the sun ascends once more. They don't want you to feel this way, They say. But, nor even they never, Never come to visit you at least. Of course, not, they don't Want you to feel this way, In the big house where they took you. It's a long way from home.