My gran called me sunshine,

Theres no pleasing the sun,

I am the sky,

I can please anyone,

 

You cant give your all,

And not get anything back,

You cant love it all,

And expect any slack,

 

I got the honey, now I need milk,

A house of warth, a hirt of silk,

I walk way from something so true,

Thats what kept me from you,

 

Now I need your protection,

To keep my mind,

Lets fight like bunnies,

Of the monthy python kind,

 

I looked for a suit of armour,

But I cant carry that wait,

My gift is my widom,

Thats what will make me great,

 

I found my peace,

By disrespecting what i hate,

Turning my back on you,

Has put me on the track to great,

 

I look for other angels,

They can relate,

We dont always recognise,

Our true faith,

 

Some love is so true,

That it hurts me and you,

Some love is so pure,

That I have to walk out the door,

 

And sit in queit solitude with my mind,

In bliss of a way I can find,

A dogs has to be lead to food,

I never meant to be crude,

 

If I lie to you, will it give you life,

Or do you want the peace,

Of being my wife,

Youth, old age, life.