Breakfast Time
Haven't found that women to call my own
My heart seems left to roam and roam
Over the hills and far away
Loves keeps running and it don' stay
Not like a post, a tree, a log
Kinda leaps like a frog
Not into my arms like that lover
But lives in the sky and likes to hover
Within my view and in my sight
Sadly untouchable cause its height
Is it wings that I do lack?
Not enough strength in my back?
To fly or float or leap or hover
My smile is wide but it don't cover
The faded eyes worn with time
Just looking for a heart to find