Happy Sounds

Happy sounds from adjacent rooms,
Reminds me so of home.
Happy sounds of happy tunes,
Why do I still roam?

It's all back there,
Where happiness lies.
For there I care,
And I muffle my sighs.

The songs of families calling out,
Coming from next door,
The pounding beat the young do shout.
My heart is on the floor.

I find I miss those happy sounds,
Of noisy happy rooms.
I really miss those family sounds.
My thoughts do so consume.

Happy sounds of family life,
Reveal things as they should be.
Not the world of common strife,
Not the world we want to flee.

Why am I here instead of there?
What happy sounds have drawn me here?
Why am I here if I do care?
Questions to myself unfair.

Longing when you hear these sounds,
Overtakes your common sense.
Longing when you hear these sounds,
Makes you take offense.

I guess I miss those sounds so much,
When heard through paper walls.
My soul demands that family touch.
Will that cause my fall?

To want to hear the family sounds,
Coming from next door.
Puts my logic out of bounds,
And family love does soar.

But when lonely sounds are heard from me,
Do not take to heart.
Its just my way of saying we,
Should never be apart.