Happy A Song

My Happy is but a Song i sing barely hope i heard under wings aloft near to yours. Wind and feathers of faith keep me up i know your soft white breast hides the tears that i cry you to sleep each night on that limb. The garden is cold as i search each morning i search for what i have lost that you may find it still there beneath the wings of care. Hopping i hop on one leg at a time to free the warm air that is there for all you may find. Finding it there a moment to spare while the sun climbs once more up in the sky.