like the wind finds comfort in the branches of trees.
like the flowers entrust their nectar to a honey bee.
like children bear their weight to a rusty swing
like the birds fill the air with songs they like to sing.

I want to be the stars to your dark night sky,
I want to be the happy tears falling from your right eye.
I want to be the blanket keeping you warm when you sleep.
I want to be the name in your heart that you keep.

because my branches will cradle your breeze;
I'll be the best among the rest of the bees,
I'll be the child to trust that I won't fall,
and I'll be your sky- and welcome any song at all.

I'll be your everything, why won't you see?
so in your misery, would you find comfort in me?