Sing

by

Skye Haerrington

Lone bird in the middle of a fallen forest
sings a sad, sad song. Poor bird, once surrounded
by love, now they're gone, all gone. Man,
heartless and cruel, has taken down your
jungle walls, left you defenseless, left you
nothing but your song of deep sorrow.
Sing, you poor defenseless child, sing to close
the wounds. Sing, you lonely soul, though
your heart is in tatters on the floor. Sing,
darling, sing for you are better off thank you
know. Lone bird in the middle of a fallen
forest fights a losing battle with the
bitterness in its own heart. A soul once so
pure, blackened by loss. Poor bird, so sad and
alone, voice drowned in a pool of deep sorrow.
Fly, bird, spread your great wings and again
take to the sky. Open your beak, open your heart
and sing, you poor lonesome creature, sing you
beautiful darling. For you are better off than you know.