May I compare thee to a storm?
Who says I’m like a dark storm?
I’m nicer. And sweeter.
After the storm, things can become clean.
And the clouds let go to reveal the bluest sky.
I’m never too bright;
I’m never too dark.
Who can stay the same forever?
People stab others in the back or just lie.
But I? Never!
If there is a tear in your eye
And I am your friend
I’ll wipe it away
And leave you a grin.