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Does the sun still rise?
As the willow tree gracefully plays in the wind dancing like a child on Christmas morning, yet it will not be moved.
To the expecting mother who just found out she miscarried...will the sun still rise?
Or will the sun still rise when a father has to decide between buying medicine for his child or food to stay alive.
When a pinned down soldier realizes there is no way out no matter how hard he tries.
Or when a wounded soldiers cry changes from "medic medic" to "momma momma!" Will the sun still rise?
And when a young child gets handed a folded flag barely big enough to wrap his fingers around the edges he sits and he cries.
So pray tell...will the sunstill rise?
To the expecting mother who just found out she miscarried...will the sun still rise?
Or will the sun still rise when a father has to decide between buying medicine for his child or food to stay alive.
When a pinned down soldier realizes there is no way out no matter how hard he tries.
Or when a wounded soldiers cry changes from "medic medic" to "momma momma!" Will the sun still rise?
And when a young child gets handed a folded flag barely big enough to wrap his fingers around the edges he sits and he cries.
So pray tell...will the sunstill rise?
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