I would like to be like the sun,
The brightest light in the room,
The shine that brings a smile to every face,
And everyone misses when it’s gone.
The kind of love that burns too brightly,
That isn’t expected to be at its full potential day after day,
The sun deserves a vacation, and hell, so do I.
The star that all others envy,
The clouds try to cover up its brightness
They darken, bringing cold and wet, rather than old and sweat
The moon, which rarely gets its day in the sun,
In its desperation, tries to overtake, eclipse the brightness,
But the sun shines brighter than its peers.
Its expectations are reasonable,
It brings joy to all,
It never worries if it is missed,
Because it hears our beck and call.
