Poems And Spoken Word פואמות וספוקנים

here comes the Sun and I say, it's not right

Here comes the Sun,
A day has begun,
It starts quite well,
But gets so dull,
Every day,
again and again,
I face the same Sun,
That starts the New day,
And every day,
Again and again,
I see it go down,
Well under the waves,
And what have I done,
While the sun was up?
Some sport,
Some school,
Well that's kinda dumb.
And each day again,
When the sun comes up,
I know one less day,
Till I leave this dump.