Sun

The city yawns behind the glass,
Morning moves a little slow.
Trams are counting borrowed steps,
Dreams don’t want to let us go.
The sky rubs sleep from tired eyes,
On the edge of every roof.
Someone pours the silence warm
Into cups of broken truth.

The sun drinks coffee in the morning,
Slow and black, no sugar, no lies.
Watching people leave their kitchens
With unfinished dreams in their eyes.
The sun drinks coffee in the morning,
Steam rising into blue.
While we rush to look important,
It just believes in you.

Elevators clear their throats,
Headlines bark from every screen.
Someone sells a miracle
Polished, cheap, and almost clean.
The sun sits on the edge of town,
Feet hanging in the day.
Smiles and says, “You humans…
Without you, I’d fade away.”

The sun drinks coffee in the morning,
Leaves its fingerprints on glass.
Doesn’t care who’s right or wrong,
Just that you’re here, just that you last.
The sun drinks coffee in the morning,
As the world puts on its coat.
Every sip’s another chance
Not to drown in yesterday’s notes.

If the dark gets a little loud,
If you want to look away,
Remember — somewhere over rooftops
Morning’s already poured your day.

The sun drinks coffee in the morning,
No hurry, no big plans.
If you don’t believe in yourself,
It believes enough for us.
The sun drinks coffee in the morning,
And the day begins with “yes.”
As long as it stays warm above us,
Life hasn’t left us yet.

Amapiano relaxing with Pulsing Bass, Saxophone, Male, Oud