Dark clouds in the morning don’t always mean rain
It may mean the sun just wasn’t up early today
Because it’s hard to keep shinning when people complain
When people refuse to see all you illuminate
You bring warmth; all they feel is heat
You bring honesty; they say you should be more discreet
It’s really lonely being you sometimes
They can’t see how much of an effort it takes to smile
Don’t worry; forget the cliche, it’ll all be fine
Through the good and bad; keep your hand in mine
Maybe this ‘evil stepmother’ of a life let you out
But be sure I’m here holding your hand; no doubt
Sometimes there may be no breadcrumbs in sight
And the little left all swallowed up by night
But be sure; I’m here holding on to what you have
You can smile; we’ll get home no matter where we are
Have your back…always.
written for the usual suspect
