The sun is getting lonely

I think it shines because there is a windy gun held against it's head.
Maybe its crying in explosions because it can never see darkness up there.
Perhaps because it never got to meet that wonderful white apple that brings in the wishing stars.

The sun must be getting lonely no friends can come near him.
Burning everything that he takes care of every day.
Giving some life taking the pale away from the world of men.
The only thing that reminds him of the moon.

Turning them into his mirror to see his own red reflection everyday.
The rain only blocks his view from everyone for so long.
Reminding him how alone he is.
He does not dare deny the only thing he can talk to is the air.

He can never rest to ease when he doesn't see the world from above.
Then it hangs above him like the storm cloud thats controlling the mind.
How ironic the windy gun is supposed to be his friend.
Backstabbing him most of the time and he does not even realize it.

He sings his sad song so loudly that the rays of his voice his heard all over the world.
Everyone feels different feelings every day because of this.
Even the pale apple hears his voice but can never meet the one who sung it.