When the Sun Comes

When the sun comes, I will open my eyes
When the sun comes, I will not hide
Tears on my face, gold going rooftop high
When the sun comes, I rise

I carried bad news in a schoolbag smile
Walked through the week like a hundred miles

Night shift ending and the buses hum
Bakers dusting flour before the light has come
The watchman folds his blanket with a word of thanks
Gold spilling slowly on the river banks

Then one little piano through the wall
One little drum in the neighbor's yard
One little voice said, child, stand tall
You are not your scars

When the sun comes, I will open my eyes
When the sun comes, I will not hide
Tears on my face, gold going rooftop high
When the sun comes, I rise

Rise, rise — when the sun comes, I rise
Shine, shine — when the sun comes, I rise

If the night was long, let the morning be wide
If my hope got lost, let it find my side

My friend lost work, my cousin lost faith
But we still put music in an empty place
Yesterday was heavy but it's yesterday
The rooftops catching orange across the way
Put the kettle on and crack the window wide
Hope arriving with the morning tide
Hope arriving with the morning tide

The bad news in that schoolbag was a letter with my father's name
I carried it three weeks before my mother read it
Let me be tired and still arrive
Let me be broken, not be done

When the sun comes, I will open my eyes
When the sun comes, I will not hide
Tears on my face, gold going rooftop high
The letter's read and still I arrive

When the sun comes, I will open my eyes
When the sun comes, when the sun comes