The Songbird

Goes... hand in hand.. with thinking of you.

What would have been,

The songbird sang,

Of joy and love and peace,

But none of these the songbird sang,

Is what is to be singing.

 

It should have been a happy life,

Of joy and love and peace,

A happy life it should have been,

But none of these it is.

 

It's full of miss and sad and anger,

Not joy and love and peace.

The songbird sang of and died of woe,

But alive again, he'll be.

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