The Sun Still Rises

This past Sunday was Music Sunday and Mother's Day. We had some amazing presentations by our Choir, Bell-Choir, Youth and Adult Soloists. Thanks must go to our wonderful choir director, Ksenia Lowenfels. 

My own contribution was a song that included reflections on personal loss, Hurricane Sandy and how every day brings healing as the sun rises to offer us a new day. There are a couple of download links at the bottom of the page if you want to listen to a recorded version.

The sun still rises

Copyright - Adrian J Pratt - May 2013

When the waves have all crashed through,

When there's nothing you can do,

When your nightmares all come true,

The sun still rises.

When there's nothing left to save,

When you've gone past being brave,

When there's fears you cannot name,

The sun still rises.

Oh, precious sun,

Greet the new day begun,

Oh, precious light,

Break the darkness of this night

When the worst has come to pass,

When every hope is dashed,

When all your dreams are trashed,

The sun still rises.

When all you know has changed,

When all you feel is rage,

When you can't shake off the day,

The sun still rises.

Oh, precious sun,

Greet the new day begun,

Oh, precious light,

Break the darkness of this night

When all we have disappears beneath the waves

And all we have is memories of better days

When we weep for those we've lost,

When we cannot count the cost,.

When our hearts are cold as frost,

The sun still rises.

When all you have is scarred,

When the way ahead is hard,

When the road stretches too far,

The sun still rises.

Oh, precious sun,

Greet the new day begun,

Oh, precious light

Break the darkness of this night

Download  

Song  at "Soundclick" (mp3)

Song  at "Soundcloud" (wave)

Story behind the song 

In August 2012 mum passed away. In November 2012 our community on Long Island was devastated by Hurricane Sandy. Sometime after February 2013, after I'd been back to the U.K. to commit mums ashes to their final resting place, I was walking along the front near Freeports Nautical Mile. Though much was still a huge mess, recovery had begun. It was a cold, winter dawn... and the sun came up. I couldn't help but reflect that no matter what life throws at us... the sun still rises.