March 15, 2008

Sunshine

Ode to my brother. Wish things could be the same as before.

My sunshine was once pretty
With you and I laughing silly
At blue Mondays, flying cows and the bright orange moon.

You were so pretty, warm and funny as can be
I wonder if you knew I loved you so
We had sunshine on our faces, I wish it never had to go
Why won’t you let sunshine live again?

The memories they’re so vivid
I could almost hear you laugh
I just wish that it would all come back
That you’ll stop being someone else
Why won’t you let sunshine live again?

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