D glory of d day is the sun
Just as a pope’s tiara is his glory
The gory details of this sorry life
Lessens the joy we should feel
But its very little secrets pried into
Sets ablaze the remnant joy we strive to keep
The night always come to an end
As the day beams with its glory; the sunshine,
Then we hope for a great day

I don’t need to wait up at night
And watch the clock tick till morning
Cos the dark hours of the night I’ve lost
Since I found you beam with light even at night
I call you sunshine cos you are the glory of my day, the hope I hold at night.