Turn Down The Sun
by
Mary -BrytEyz- Ball
(Age: 38)
copyright 08-22-2004
Age Rating: 13 to 127
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Originally written February 28, 2003
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Turn down the sun a bit
Or cover it up with a cloud
I have to shut my eyes
'Cuz the brightness is too loud
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How does a child express depression
When he hasn't learned how to name it?
How does he vent confusion
When no one taught him to tame it?
I'm sure he doesn't know what he's feeling
When his world comes crashing around him
He'll sink if he's not taught to swim
Before troubles threaten to drown him
Today, amidst the thuderous noise
of trials and persecution
Hiden within the storms of life
I heard an audible illusion
Though life was trying hard to kill us
Still, my son had something to say
"Mommy, turn down the sun a bit.
I think it's way too loud today."
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Tell Mr. Moon "Don't go to bed,"
Tell Mr. Sun to go away
I'm not ready to get up
I'd like to stay in bed today
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I held him close, wrapped tight in my arms
As tears betrayed what I felt inside
I rocked him back and forth today
As we sat and silently cried
His dad was the world, the world was his dad
He thought that the world revolved around him
So I did my best to break it gently
That his dad tried to kill himself again
Tho I veiled it in subtle words
he'd understand when he was older
Still, his heart grew heavy with hurt
And his face was visibly colder
My son said, "Daddy didn't tell the truth
when he said, 'I'll love you forever - honest!'
I guess that he doesn't want to see me again
and do all of those things he promised!"
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Make the breeze be quiet, if you can
And shush the hurting in my head
It's much too much for me to hear
Mom! The sun's too loud... my youngest son said.
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I try not to say anything bad
But then there's nothing left to say
I try to find the words to help him
But those words just get in the way
So with a message tied & caught
down deep within my throat
I tried flying without feathers or wings
I tried sailing without water or boat
I was so completely unprepared
To save a child when I couldn't save myself
You know, children say the darnedest things
And without knowing it... they help
His words were simple, and honest, and true
And explained exactly what's in my head
I think he expressed depression just fine
With the simple phrases he said...
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Chorus:
Turn down the sun a bit
Or cover it up with a cloud
I have to shut my eyes
'Cuz the brightness is too loud
Tell Mr. Moon "Don't go to bed,"
Tell Mr. Sun to go away
I'm not ready to get up
I'd like to stay in bed today
Make the breeze be quiet, if you can
And shush the hurting in my head
It's much too much for me to hear
Mom! The sun's too loud... my youngest son said.
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To my two wonderful boys
and the unfathomable strength they show,
that inner unbreakable spirit,
the kind of strength no child should have to know
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Wow! Where has this song been, and why did I not read it before now? I have tears in my eyes, this is so powerful. I wish I could hear it with music; I know it would be fantastic. Really, I love this, it is so touching and sad. I guess I'm just a sucker when it comes to kids.
Thanks for this Mary. I wish I had found this one a long time ago.
This is a poem wrenched from the heart and expresses the emotions and attitudes of children in pain so incredibly well. It definitely belongs on the main page and is a wonderful work. I'd give it a 10 but there is only a 1 thru 5 to chose from.
Ah yes...Will the next one be called "Tell the school to go away?" I know I've felt this way many times. hehe. but I think it's good, it just didn't keep my attention for very long.
First long songs are hard to keep, the message screams from the heart, and the gentle feeling rides in mind and fear,for the rising of the next, future and depth lingers in a place with questions of our own place, rock gentle, let the love guide. My prayers.. Walt
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