could be the sun,
yet he's like the stars;
lightning up the sky,
through the dark.
as the sun goes down,
and the moon comes up,
without him the night
just wouldn't feel right.
thinking about himself
and his dreams
he has so much more to be,
life is still unfolding,
to him; this is just the start.
from the start,
through your ups and downs,
then as you get older
until the last heartbeat,
he'd be by your side,
as you'd go to heaven,
he'd take pictures of the sky,
and say "god, you're still beautiful."
