Listen to the Birds

Birds sing happy songs
on my window rim,
trying to cheer me up,
but life is just too grim.

Not all scars show,
not all wounds heal,
people can’t always see
the pain someone feels.

But the birds see everything,
even when no person can,
they see straight to the soul,
unlike any mortal man.

They know how you feel,
and they want you to be happy,
but the birds from my window
have unforunatly left me.

Sadly, it's far too late for me,
but for you there is still a chance
listen to the birds at your window,
go along with their song and dance.