Joy Peaks Through

I seem to sigh but all the moments bleed 
I seem to sigh indeed 
I grow weary I grow thin
This cap is bald, my voice is tin


It’s not possible to think : I stared into your eyes once
It is not possible to dream anymore of love
Only possible to live each day for tin of paint a musical note


They voice the sounds birds want to sing
They take away the lock
They throw away the key
Still joy peeks through, how is it so? 
At times I am sick 
The stomach wants to overflow 
The heart seizes and the mind can’t grasp 
But joy peeks through, how is it so? ​