put happiness above the storm

Put Happiness Above the Storm
by MissT

Put happiness above the storm,
Though bones may crack and dreams decay.
These days grow cold, no longer warm

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Don’t chase the man with feathers shorn
The show fades fast, the truth will stay.
Put happiness above the storm.

Their polished charm, a practiced form,
A script they read, then walk away.
These days grow cold, no longer warm.

Your youth was fierce, your love was born
In fire—not meant to drift or sway.
Put happiness above the storm.

You’ve held the weight of hearts, forlorn,
Still giving more than you should pay.
These days grow cold, no longer warm.

So walk the line your soul has sworn
To live, to feel, come what may.
Put happiness above the storm.
And let the love in you’re heart stay.