Birdsong
In its music I find peace
A comfort all my own
A happiness I’d never know
Even if you came back home.
In the mornings the bird makes music
And sometimes at other times too
When it sings it ease my pain-
Helps me forget how much I miss you.
In its flight I am saddened,
Fearing my peace is now gone
But then its wings remind me,
That I too can move on.
When it returns, so do you
It’s like I cant win or lose.
Should it stay and sing so I feel good
Or inspire me to forever leave you?
In its music I feel the most peaceful
So its song is what I’d prefer
In this heaven I smile and dance with you
In this moment of music, I’m sure.
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