When you were young, eyes wide and clear.
Without this big old world to fear.
You held my hand asked mama why.
Do we love and feel so much inside?
I said now honey, what do you mean?
You said I think I had a dream.
I could feel the fire in everyone.
And knew they had a piece of the Sun.
Way back in 1943.
She lived inside her diary.
In days beneath our darkest skies.
With a burning ember deep inside.
She writes to grieve, but not despair.
For adventure lives inside our prayers.
And while our hearts beat like a drum.
They'll always have a piece of the Sun.
So flicker on.
And glow through the night until the dawn.
I believe you were right all along.
My little one.
She sat and wrote it all by hand.
While shots rang through the Netherlands.
Though fear came knocking everyday.
But her Spirit kept it far away.
When there's hope and there's life.
We'll always have our days of strife.
Don't wait until the battles won.
Shine on your flame, your piece of the Sun.
So flicker on.
And glow through the night until the dawn.
I believe you were right all along.
My little one. My little one.
Now daughter dear, you're at an age.
When questions go beyond the page.
When I was young and lost at sea.
Your grandma gave this book to me.
It's all in here, but I can't explain.
Why history has so much pain.
But just as every new day comes
So does our flame, our piece of the Sun.
So flicker on.
And glow through the night until the dawn.
I believe you were right all along.
My little one.
Just glow through the night until the dawn.
I believe you were right all along.
Can't you see that your light was never gone.
My little one
It is the Sun.
It is the Sun.
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Di da di di diddlum