Little Bird
, sitting on the branch outside my window.
Sing me a tune so sweet,
A song so sad tjat all is grey,
with an ending as soft as a feather.
Little bird
Tell me a story of all man,
Once enemies turned friends when sickness is law,
And no one can see.
Tell me little bird.
When all seems hopeless,
Do the flowers still bloom,
When the sun becomes warmer will the cold go away.
Do the bees still buzz and spread pollen, ,
And the sky become clearer so we can see the stars.
Will all lights go out to reveal them.
Dear Little bird
Preach to me.
The importance of kindness against the oppressor,
And the value of friends when no one can see,
Little bird
Write me a ballad of the souls of man.
Write it of the deeds that are done,
When the world seems dark,
And life gone astray.
Teach of kindness, love, and care.
In a time without hope.
And a species bent on destruction finally seeing the light,
paving away.
The road to the future is fraught with dismay,
But as the little bird say,
Hope is constant,
Even when the skies are grey.
SimonB writes 