Little bird

Little Bird sitting on the branch outside my window,

Sing me a tune so sweet,

A song so sad tjat all is grey,

But with an ending so soft,

Little bird

Tell me a story of all man,

Once enemies turned friends.

In a time 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?

Do the bees still buzz and spread pollen around,

Will the sky become clearer so we can see the stars,

And will all lights go out to reveal the stars.

Dear Little bird

Preach to me.

The importance of kindness against despite 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 prove: there will always be hope. And all men can be.