Anything to Anyone

Am I anything to anyone?
Will I ever be somebody's sun?
Or am I doomed to be that cloudy day,
That's nice for awhile but has to go away?

I'm tired of being just that silly smile,
That lingers for only a tiny, short while,
I'd much rather be the over loved laugh,
That's never forgotten behind in the past.

But until, I think, I am finally free,
I'm nothing to anybody except an evergreen tree.
How boring to think that I'll never change,
And I'll be stayed-put, emotionless, always the same.

Of course that's alright, for a little while,
Until somebody looks past me along with their smile,
And instead looks at their bright, warm sun.
The one that means everything to someone.