Birdsong

In its music I find peace A comfort all my own A happiness I’d never know Even if you came back home. In the mornings the bird makes music And sometimes at other times too When it sings it ease my pain- Helps me forget how much I miss you. In its flight I am saddened, Fearing my peace is now gone But then its wings remind me, That I too can move on. When it returns, so do you It’s like I cant win or lose. Should it stay and sing so I feel good Or inspire me to forever leave you? In its music I feel the most peaceful So its song is what I’d prefer In this heaven I smile and dance with you In this moment of music, I’m sure.