Sun

Always hidding of life
all alone in your room
with computer and sad songs
as all your friends
you think that life is too much for you,
that you are to small to take it all
and you don't look outside the window
scared of what you'll find
Ships are safe in the harbor, but that's not what ships were made of
So don't hide, boy, life's not that big
bbesure you're good enough to be proud of you
and nothing's gonna change you
One day, I know,
you'll find the sun,
a sun that would cover all your room with light
and let us see your shinning smile