The tears of the sun

I try to live in the sunlight, but it just burns my eyes and I realize I can’t ever change my Wicced ways, so I just get better every day, but I can’t hide, no I won’t hide my Wicced ways, the tears of the sun, they don’t cry on me, I am a moon child.

Long hard days, some come and then they go, easy ridin nights end to quick so I set out to make my own, but it seems people just keep on drawin down on me, yeah you know it’s the truth I don’t shoot first but I draw first blood aint saying I’m a saint, I won’t paint my life any color except the truth and if you can not handle that don’t draw your guns because I am The Wicced one, I am Wicced to my core and I won’t hide, no I won’t hide my Wicced ways and the tears of the sun, they don’t cry on me, I am a moon child.

The darkness is deep inside me, so when the sun goes down in my eyes hope you got enough sense to run, my momma and my daddy knew from the time I was a child I was never gonna hide, no I won’t ever hide my Wicced ways, but I keep getting better every day and the tears of the sun, they don’t cry on me, I am a moon child.

Take this as you wish, because I know you love to misconstrue every little bit of who I am, but the tears of the sun, they don’t cry on me, I am a moon child.

I am an outlaw, and I can’t change, no! I can’t hide my Wicced ways, I live and I will die with these guns on my hips and if you can’t handle that all I can say is think twice before you draw on me, or you will Face my Wicced ways.

By DrRev. Sarah Schultheiss