My Sunshine
Not even the sun could resist,
giving this sweet boy a kiss,
the red on his cheeks were the proof.
But only a small few,
could say that they knew,
the troubles of this angel youth.
How lucky is he,
that destiny could see,
a family where he would belong.
How much did it take?
Did his little heart break?
What right could fix all that’s wrong?
He’s one of us now,
I do not know how,
he’ll grow up and look back at things.
But we love and we pray
for him everyday,
and the joy that his sunny smile brings.
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