You painted a world so bright,
Right in those beautiful cinnamon eyes;
Lumining the glow of starry summer nights.
You had a sweet innocence in everything you dreamt about,
But babygirl, it isn't your fault the stars started to fall out.
Your wrists weren't theirs to tie a rope around.
How could they not see, all the dreams they had caused to drown?
The tears in your eyes taste saltier now,
But please hold onl;
I promise you,
You'll be dressed in robes of glimmering sunshine once again,
For all the love in the world is yours to gain.