What is the sound I hear on the wind?
It´s the song bird,
Finding fruit fallen, ripened & skinned.
What is the laughter I hear in the sun?
It´s the song bird,
Happily free & gay, singing just for fun.
What´s the poem I hear in beams of the moon?
It´s the song bird,
Serenading midnight nocturnal & ebony tune.
What´s the song I hear above earth´s war zone?
It´s the song bird,
Giving thanks to God for the height of his home.
What´s the whisper I hear on the breathing breeze?
It´s the song bird,
Playing among feathery leaves of the dancing trees.
What´s the ancient story I hear in every living voice?
It´s the song bird,
He who daily sings because he has no other choice.
What´s the distant wailing I hear with growing rage?
It´s the song bird,
His echoing tears dripping on the bars of his golden cage.
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