You’re [this], I’m [that]

 

You’re the sun,

Bright and shining, loved and respected

Noticed wherever your feet step on this green earth

I’m the moon

Delicate, unnoticed, easily overpowered

Someone that never fights back

 

To be [this], to be [that]

 

While you are the hills

Standing proud and beautiful

Adored from a distance

I am the valley

Avoided, viewed unnecessarily

And they know getting too close is treacherous

 

I wish to know what makes you [that] and what makes me [this]

 

Scorching and Icy we are

For you are scorching, making people sweat and nervous

With a single word of your power

But icy I am

For no one runs from me

They just bundle up and stay away

From the thing they know to be dull

 

Why can’t I be [this], and you be [that]?

 

Why can’t I be the stallion?

Roaming the open plains

Forcing people to notice

Instead of the pony?

A simple being of the ordinary

Not of might

 

I wish I was [that] of you

But I am stuck

Of being [this]