Sunshine

She dances to the swirling notes,
Her hair is gold like sunshine.
She sings along with the music.
She is no longer a child.
In her hands the guitar sings,
His hand cups her face.

He calls her sunshine,
While the radio is blasting music.
Her painting looks as though it could sing,
She has painted an innocent child,
One tear drops down her face.
He remembers when they would pass notes.

When she is sad she remembers his music.
He does not know she is with child,
She hears him drunkenly sing.
She finds the crumpled grocery note,
He stands and look everywhere but her face.
The morning dew catches the sunshine.

Her and the child,
They dance to his sweet music,
The baby girl tries to copy the correct notes.
She hears him call out sunshine.
She cleans the toddlers’ messy face,
The family is happiest when they sing.

The sweet girl’s voice is all that sings
She might still be called a child
Running replaces her music
Red tears stain her face
She no longer sees the sunshine
Graffiti is what she leaves the world as notes.

He sees her mother in her face
He remembers her innocence as a child
The love he feels sings
She was his sunshine
He tries again and again to write a note,
How he never meant to leave her for music

He is disgraced by her face, her hope she had
As a child has died. If you listen you can hear The notes
Cry as the music sings out, she is no longer called sunshine.