I am fragile on my own
I seek warmth inside your arms
I show levels of restlessness
But you calm me when I lay my head on your breast

I am a raisin in the bun
I am humorous with my fun
I control a destiny in the sun
I regret not life’s toils for none

As I flutter across the states
I am assured of your love that waits
Am I worthy I don’t know
But I love talking and laughing with you so

I am a raisin in the bun
Can you let me continue this run?
Can you not allow your feelings to stun?
I am a part of my willful tongue?

I like you for your or very soft
But I can’t make promises on something I’ve not bought
But every time I talk to you I come away with a smile
And for that I would walk that extra mile

I am going to be an see you again
For I am for once an for all a very good friend
Even if this raisin unquenched its self in
The End