i know that i get scared and lost in my own heart,
i've been bruised and beaten down,
almost from the very start
of me.

its hard to understand how i could be
the perfect part of me that i
have never known existed
at all.

it's disguised by fear and anticipation
for the bad things that probably won't
come, and interfered by the thoughts
that i'm not good enough.

but if you rip me open,
there are sunflowers inside,
and when you shine your light
upon my face, the way you do,
so perfectly,

my head will lift toward your gaze,
and i will only look to you,
for you are my sunshine and you
will keep me standing tall.