Lonely hearts sing the most

bleating painful tunes to skies above

as birds go chirping the heavens awake

but the songs of the heart wander about

searching for a house to home in

in the winters when the lakes freeze

the nights grow colder severe

the pains grow intense , so do the hurts

then the songs wake up and sing again

the hopes are the same

the tunes vary and the universe laughs it out

ain’t she seen it enough already!