You're not afraid of eye connection,
Or something called a "sensitive topic",
Like an open door,
You let me in,
Sweet little sunshine, you're my best friend.

Flitting through the trees,
Never staying in one place,
If only I could grab a hold of you,
Have you shed a little light to warm my face.

Sometimes it gets so chilly,
My fingers cramp and I feel I could die.
At these times, summery sunshine,
I think of you,
And I know I'll be just fine.

I'd rather be

somebody's need
than
           simply
                       a desirable commodity.