You* are,
My Bottle of sunshine,
You are,
therapy for the mind,
For the soul.

Hell, YOU may be the reason why
Flowers grow.

To see you broken,
To see you bruised,
To be unable to fix your wounds..
To sit and *watch, while you're so aloof
This, a battle I'd HATE to lose

I'd climb mountains,
I'd cross seas,
To see you,
again at Ease,

I'd walk a million and one miles
To see you break into a grin, a smile.
I'd try, a million and one times
If for once,
I could be the one

*Your Bottle of Sunshine