the burning sun

The sun shines,
How long will it last?
Will we die burning our lives,
Or through cold hearts of the past ?
We love to bask in its true colours,
The warmth it holds,
carries burning rays of toxic cancer into our skin,
But we still pray for its life,
The sensation of beauty that it creates life,
But Dammed to take us in death,
As long as the flames still burn,
Upon thousands of degrees,
We will still call the shinning star the sun,
To ashes, to dust, to the one we should really pray upon.