Sight, such things aren't yours

When I see
Other sunshine now
It's very different
Than the days before

Now when I see
That bright light of youth
Bursting through

I am no longer in the lone of sight
The warmth, or direct path of that equation

Instead I smile
For the future bright
Which that light will find
And the warmth therein
For someone else

In whatever way it is felt

Its not about me