playing second fiddle

If it weren't the eyes of the sun
realigning itself to behold you all the day
must be mine,must be mine
go away sun,she's never gonna look at you
If it weren't the hands of a water drop
tumbling down feeling the texture of your skin
must be mine,must be mine
dry up drop,she's never gonna hold you
If it weren't the breathe of the wide blue sky
awaiting at the horizon to smell your fragrance
must be mine,must be mine
stay away sky,she's never gonna smile at you
If it weren't the thirst of the air that enfolds you
brushing your lips in your every breathe
must be mine, must be mine
stay still air,she's never gonna hug you
Till the day i find her
I envy you all