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Dust on the windows, light breaking through
I’ve been waiting for something true
The road was long, the nights were cold
But I held on to stories told
Coffee gone bitter, silence too loud
I walked through the wreck, head unbowed
The sky kept changing, but I stayed still
Chasing the warmth I couldn’t feel
Every mile, every scar
Led me here, where the warm things are
Every tear, every song
Pulled me closer to where I belong
Where the sun belongs
Where the shadows run
Where the heart can mend
And the day’s not done
Where the sun belongs
Where the light begins
Where the soul comes home
And the sky leans in
I’ve seen the rain, I’ve felt the flood
I’ve walked through fire, I’ve tasted blood
But still I rise, still I sing
Still I reach for everything
Old photographs, letters worn thin
I read them like prayers I keep within
The past is a lantern, the future a flame
I carry both and call them by name
Let the past be wind
Let the future spin
Let the silence speak
Let the healing begin
Where the sun belongs
Where the shadows run
Where the heart can mend
And the day’s not done
Where the sun belongs
Where the light begins
Where the soul comes home
And the sky leans in
 silence, I’ve been the sound
 lost, I’ve been the found
 echo, I’ve been the cry
 truth no one could buy
storm, I’ve been the rain
the pain...the pain...the pain
I’ve been the fire, I’ve been the song
I’ve been the place the sun belongs
Now I stand where the light pours in
No more hiding, no more spin
I’ve earned this warmth, I’ve earned this sky
I’ve earned the right to ask why
So if you’re lost, if you’re low
If you’re waiting for the glow
Know the sun won’t ask your name
It just shows up and burns the shame
Where the sun belongs
 shadows run
 the heart can mend
 day’s not done
Where the sun belongs
 the light begins
Where the soul comes home
And the sky leans in
You’re not too late
You’re not too far
You’re just arriving
Where the sun belongs

Where the Sun Belongs by #AKB

First release for  my Rock band, "Call out on Fridays." Enjoy this conceptual masterpiece about spending time with a fling, or someone you love deeply. ROCK ON AND BE SAFE

call out of your job on friday

-------------- Version de la chanson en français à venir ------------

"A little wink to Thrillian & AI, who reopened the box."

(FR) "Le chat est-il mort ? Vivant ? Ou juste en train de jammer dans un multivers parallèle ?"
Le paradoxe du chat de Schrödinger n’était pas une ode à la superposition quantique, mais une critique ironique de ses implications absurdes.
Aujourd’hui, la théorie de la décohérence peine à démontrer qu’un système isolé comme un chat pourrait vraiment rester dans un état "à la fois mort et vivant".
L’interaction avec l’environnement fait s’effondrer la magie… sans vraiment expliquer pourquoi ni comment.

Mais ici, notre chat continue de groover dans sa boîte cosmique, quelque part entre science, poésie et dérision.

🎧 Shrödinger Cat — ou quand un paradoxe groove.
(Rendons à Erwin ce qui appartient à Schrödinger.)

"A little wink to Thrillian & AI, who reopened the box."
(EN) "Is the cat dead? Alive? Or just jamming in a parallel multiverse?"
Schrödinger’s cat wasn’t a celebration of quantum theory — it was an ironic critique of its absurd implications.
Today, decoherence theory struggles to show that an isolated system like a cat can truly remain in a “dead-and-alive” state.
Interaction with the environment collapses the magic… without clearly explaining why or how.

Still, this cat keeps grooving in its cosmic box, somewhere between science, poetry, and playful paradox.

🎧 Shrödinger Cat — when a paradox turns into a groove.

(Credit where it’s due: Schrödinger wasn’t a fan of feline metaphysics. Just of sharp arguments.)

Awesome God

Rich Mullins

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