Curse of the Mockingbird

Mocking bird oh mocking bird. Just how many songs have you heard? You sing of things done in the night. Then sing of silence in the morning light. For you put voices on display. And never are they on replay. If the quiet filled your mind. May madness put it in a bind. All you do is sing hymns. Who knows if it's by choice or by whim. And if you're ever killed this day, May it be heard that you say. Accursed your mind and soul may be. For you have brought the end of me. All I ever do is sing. To the birds that chirp and the bells that ring. May the silence eat you more. Your words shall never hit wall nor floor. You will never speak again. For you killed me with noise,but I died with silence in the end.