Often the sunshine you seek,
Is made up of broken places…
Broken places that let the sun in…
And you play in the sunshine,
Believing it to be your own…
From the corners of a closed window,
From the creeks of a locked door,
Sun creeps in unknowingly…
And suddenly the darkness melts,
And the rainbow shines in the horizon…
When you finally open the locked door,
And walk into your sunshine…
Remember to leave the darkness behind,
And carry your broken piece of sunshine with you…
