A pocket of sun within a cloud of one, rains down from heavens so gray. Reaching in might, like a yellow lite-brite in the middle of a dark dreary day. It breaks through the bleak, the cold, out of reach and pours out your warmth on the way. We're almost there, to the spot where we'll share a moment of freedom and play. In dark or in bright, in hard times and fright - your willing to help come what may. Across the street or with miles so steep, your brightness will soak me soul deep.