“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
you make me happy when skies are gray”
Those are the words my mother used to say,
I was her sunshine . . .
Funny how I never seen the sun shine.
Love in her words but no Love in her touch,
The Truth never did Hurt so much,
Grew cold in the absence of Love.
In the absence of Love.
Mother gave birth but did not give me Life,
Childhood was robbed, a thief in the night,
The Pain lingers, but yet, never leaves,
Became seasoned, to the cold world,
And empty as Autumn trees.
Still I show the world Blue Skies,
I guess I am the Sunshine . . .
This life I live, in disguise,
The Love I Lost, my Heart is hidden,
The world is my stage,
And I play perfect.
Will removing the curtain,
Ever be worth it?
A childhood soul with nobody,
Detached from emotion,
A soul with no body.
I rose amongst thorns,
But show the world my petals,
Roots to the Garden,
But never settle,