SONGBIRD SALLY
On any given day
You'd see her skipping along
In her little brown dress
Humming a new song
She made up lyrics
As the tunes danced about
Not a care in the world
Until evil was let out
After that day, no joy
The bubbles in soul, silenced
She was suddenly stilled
By unthinkable violence
The little girl who walked
Was a gray shell of sorrow
She survived every day
Waiting for it to end in the 'morrow
Day after day, she made it through
Every trial and grief worn
Right in the hallowed space
Were her dress had torn
One day, she will remember
And hold little Sally in her lap
Telling her to sing her songs, freely
Because gifts are not for giving back
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-28-2026
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