I'm your bucket,
So don't try to be kickin' me,
But you can go and be sick in me,

I'm your bucket,
I'll take the emptiness of your soul,
I'll fill the gulf and make you whole,

I'm your shoulder,
And my job is to keep your head,
From rolling on the floor all dead,

I'm your shoulder,
And you could try to cry on me,
But don't you ever die on me,

I'm your picker-upper,
I'll lift you up when you've run aground,
A smile I'll place over your frown,

I'm your crayon,
And the world is all a wondrous stage,
A picture book coloring page,

I'm your piñata,
You can hit me if you need a cheer,
I might break but I'm always here,

I'm your revolver,
You can pull my trigger by your own volition,
Just don't ask me to be your ammunition,

I'm not your scapegoat,
But I'll stand by your side to share the blame,
Or we'll insist together we've been framed,

I'm your bucket,
And I'm there if you need to cry,
Filled up with tears you shed and I,
Won't complain about the tears I hold,
And when you're done I'll refill your soul.

-[by elfboy]-