By: The Drifter From Heaven
I yearned to find my happy heart, to write a poem with delight,
Like a lost child longing for warmth and care, a soul in flight;
My happy heart when are you coming back to keep me still,
If not this summer, maybe during the winter chill.
Like a lost child longing for warmth and care, a soul in flight,
A spirit wandering through the frost, against my own will;
If not this summer, maybe during the winter chill,
Oh! my happy heart save me from my sorrowful plight.
A spirit wandering through the frost, against my own will,
Searching for my happy heart in winters blinding white;
Oh! my happy heart save me from my sorrowful plight,
And heal my broken soul and give me back my creative thrill.
Searching for my happy heart in winters blinding white,
I long for your joyful embrace, my soul's refill;
And heal my broken soul and give me back my creative thrill,
I yearned to find my happy heart, to write a poem with delight.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 5:36 AM UTC
By: The Drifter From Heaven
I yearned to find my happy heart, to write a poem with delight,
Like a lost child longing for warmth and care, a soul in flight;
My happy heart when are you coming back to keep me still,
If not this summer, maybe during the winter chill.
Like a lost child longing for warmth and care, a soul in flight,
A spirit wandering through the frost, against my own will;
If not this summer, maybe during the winter chill,
Oh! my happy heart save me from my sorrowful plight.
A spirit wandering through the frost, against my own will,
Searching for my happy heart in winters blinding white;
Oh! my happy heart save me from my sorrowful plight,
And heal my broken soul and give me back my creative thrill.
Searching for my happy heart in winters blinding white,
I long for your joyful embrace, my soul's refill;
And heal my broken soul and give me back my creative thrill,
I yearned to find my happy heart, to write a poem with delight.