You were happy once;
you were sunshine and smiles and a brightness that radiated.
You may be cloudy now, you may not want to sing.
You may just want to fold inside of yourself,
on the oldest couch you can find, by the biggest window,
and watch it rain.
You used to find that little things made you happy;
now you can’t even find the big things.
Somehow, along the way, you lost yourself.
One foot in front of the other, sweetheart,
and you will find your way back.