They see me as a light a happy glow
but what I feel inside is beginning to show
and when the sun is shining they’ll hold my hand
But what I am finding is that they can’t stand the rain.
Expected to brighten everyone’s gloomy day
but what of me, when a storm heads my way
when I need to be uplifted, to whom do I turn?
I just lock it up inside while my soul continues to burn.
This is my life, I’ll glow every day
while inside I subside and gradually fade away
