Most of the Time

Most of the time.
My heart is filled with joy for you, it sings a song of wings.
I know that's how you want me to feel, you would scold me for anything less.
It knows you completed the task you had, your lessons here all learned.
I know you now soar far beyond, new adventures never dreamed.
Most of the time.
But once a day my heart feels bruised, the pain of loss so keen.
All I want is you back with us, lost chances found again.
One more time to play the fool, to share the words in books.
Another spin around our minds, the laughter from deep within.
Most of the time.
I know this isn't what you'd want, it's not how you meant us to be.
You told us to dance rejoice and laugh, as you travel on ahead.
I'll try my best to do as you said, and hug the joy with arms wide spread.
But don't ask me to stop missing you, it's something my heart can't do.
Most of the time.