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Why The Morning Bird Sings Are proper terms of endearment Always chiseled and set in stone? Could there be some flexibility When reality make fantasies our own? Is it proper to feel betrayed If limits and boundaries are breached? What harm is there to live and let live Though agreements have never been reached? Is it better to yield and bend Like a blade of grass in a gale Than stand too proud with arrogance In shifting sand, falter and fail? Or...is it simply a matter To ignore the conflict within To thus vanquish the tormenting And welcome the bliss, however thin? And what price for this compliance? What cost for this false harmony? What measure is there of the consenting heart True compassion or enslaved sympathy? I curse this proper morality And I wish to be forever set free For I now know why the morning bird cries When there's no one around to see The most saddest sounds I've ever heard Are the silence of lonely sighs When a heart's about to break in two Is that why the morning bird cries? The most painful words I've never heard Are yet to be spoken out loud Trapped in the eyes of a careless love And veiled behind a bastion cloud. Have you ever heard the morning bird cry When there's no one around to hear? Pennies in a well for a wish come true And a trifle held to the breast The wishing at night on a shooting star Perish like vows put to rest? I now know why the morning bird cries When there's no one around to see Sad, but true, the desperate sighs Are tears of her profound misery Have I caged with binding chain, Her spirit unintentionally? Does she save her tears for the rain In shackles no one else can see? I know now why the morning bird sings In words so graciously spoken It's simply because gilded rings Can't amend a heart once broken A cage made up of silver and gold Jewels adorned, boundaries defined Allows the heart to grow so cold As if by some careful design She sees the bright and beautiful skies And silently prays to be free I now know why the morning bird cries When there's no one around to see |
Why The Morning Bird Sings © 2000 by Fred Haney
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