Good morning Mr. Sun, oh how I envy you.

You shine so bright, even from far distances, you still remain visible.

It seems that I relate more to the cloudy weather.

I feel so sad and alone.

I need some sunshine in my life, I am sick of the rain, and the cold.

I am tired of the pain, the hurt, and being devalued of my worth.

I try to make it work, but I just end up making it worst.

So this is why I converse, can we please trade places for a day?

Let me shine bright, and beam light, throughout the troubling day.

I want to live in the sky, and become a symbol of hope.

I want to be important to everybody, or at least somebody.

I want to be that spec of sunlight, that bleeds through when it is cloudy.

Just to let you know, that no matter what you are going through, that there is always hope.

After every dark night, there is a brighter day.

So please Mr. Sun, come shine my way.