Sometimes, the world sneaks up
And slaps me down until I want to die,
Surprises me with hurts I didn’t know,
And forces me to cry.
Sometimes I don’t even know why.

And there are other sometimes too,
The times when people make the pain
With a joke or a word that turns
My sunshine world into rain
And opens up old wounds again.

Sometimes.

But always at those sometimes
Your love is there to help me see,
To hold me close and tight and safe,
To set me free
To fly as long as you’re with me.

                            April 1980