I hear a story of happiness
And I want it for my own.
The flowers bloom
A pretty pink
And the sky gives way to the Son

I hear a tale of peace
And dream of how it might be.
The overhanging clouds 
A fluffy white
And the plane that lets it be

I hear a story of gentleness
And wish it could be me.
The bird
Singing a tune with out defect
And the sound of sweet melody

I hear a tale of chaos
And wish it weren’t mine
The busy streets
With life running through
And the absence of enough time