Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In ravel’s of rains, in travel’s of hazes,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In new morning shrines, in new evening prime,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
To stay often remembering all joyful colours of beautiful sky indeed, to stay often remembering lustful vessels of empty love,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In morons of sadness, in funky tunes of happiness,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In earnful days of year, in trustful ladders of fear,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In saturday morning tunes of buzz, in sundays night melody of stars fuzz,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
Shinning flies rode to the fairy towns charming sights, brightening tides surfing to the moon land of romantic heights,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
The last day of apocalypse when confessions flying to the end of time.

Let me be your sunshine.

BY-HARSHITA PANDEY