There's the artist who deals in joy, caring softly for girl and boy,
Who must fight back the greyness
That the World demands to see.
For her soul and paints enlightened, in a world that's frozen, frightened,
Seeks to find a way to share,
Share the things she shares with me.
And what I wish that I could be.
There's a man who lives alone, yet has found that love has grown.
He is longing for a girl like he
Has never longed before.
Where in his walls he feels trapped, his mind wanders, enrapt
Across the seven hills of his town
And to her front door.
Just to see her once more.
There's another who can't conform yet must adjust to a new norm.
He impresses when he dresses
Anybody he lets see.
Eccentric and disarming, in a world in need of charming,
He looks at the outdoors as
It's where he needs to be.
In the fresh air and free.
In a garden well and rested, where the robins nestle, nested,
There comes a little noise
And three suddenly are four.
For in the night a Wren was born and the birds rang in the dawn,
Robins feeling feelings that they
Had never felt before.
She was everything and more.
