As the wind is removing the sunflowers
From Septembers' chilly breath,
The sky seems open to star parades,
But your life feels like a mess.

When you walk across some circling road
With problems too scary to mend,
When the entire world works against your dreams,
You're in need of a comforting friend.

When your life lies in ashes,
You can't restore it by a tear.
But there is a place for you inside of my heart,
And you're always welcome here.