For granted.

I once knew a girl,

Who’s heart was made of gold,

And everywhere that she went,

Guarded hearts would soon unfold,

And every place that she touched,

Flowers would all bloom,

And she could chase each lonely feeling,

Out of any darkened room,

She could drive away the sadness,

And cause a frozen heart to thaw,

She would paint the sky each morning,

But no one ever saw,

And no one ever thanked her,

For her warmth upon their skin,

Or for chasing away the demons,

From where their night-time’s breath had been,

So she thought she wasn’t needed,

She could leave and they’d not care,

But they had just taken her for granted,

Since her light was always there,

Because you never thank the ground,

Until you know what it feels to fall,

Or realize how much you need the sun,

...until it does not rise at all.