Tom Bolton

Hold the Sun
©2005 Tom Bolton

Hold the sun... hold the sun

What is that shining?
What is that urge to scream it out?
Where is the fountain?
What is this thing of which you cannot speak?

Hold the sun... hold the sun

No-one else may care
There may be no-one else who goes there
You could be left standing
All of the world could turn away

Hold the sun... hold the sun

No fear of blinding
or the likelihood of burning
No dismal stories
or wise man's warning
No falling
No scorn
No dark night without a morning
can keep me from climbing and leaping or crawling
Reaching towards the sun

Where did you find it?
How did it come to take a hold of you?
What is it good for?
How could you bear to have it any other way?

Hold the sun... hold the sun