As when the bird sings a new out of tune song;

Will it be good to hear for the right ear on the right season?

WouldŽnt be better to burry;

The melody and lyrics in a cold dark tomb?


As when the bird flies back;

To the old once full built empty nest;

Where the babies have grown and out of their own.

Will it be same strong foundation;

or remains a broken home?


As when the bird waits for the right season;

Spring, summer, autumn or winter long;

Will it be singing the same old tune?