You don't realize it was there until it's gone.*

That's why sweethearts' lose their sunshine til' there's none.
Change is inevitable, when knowledge is abstain.
So tell Polly she's a pretty bird before she sleeps in pain.
Sight from a far view tend to be better.
If the sun gets too close, the thoughts just might get her.
We are manipulated daily,
by the thoughts inside our mind.
They tell us things that aren't true,
leaving the better us behind.
We search for who we should be,
could be,
want to be
pretty.
Want to be
loved.
We want to be
sweet.
Though in past lives they
beat.

But once they get in they cannot get out..unless they understand what their sunshine's about. So tell them it's there and tell them to stay. They must stay themselves, or their sunshine turns gray.