Your sun was hot
Heating my inside and out
        Warming my spirit
        Friends — we are it

My dark days were over
My four leaf clover
        Oh what great luck
        ‘‘Twas I that was plucked

A ****, not a flower
So small, not a tower
        But still you chose me
        Filling me with glee

Your sun was hot
And the water was caught
        Drying the streaks
        Of tears on my cheeks