Why are you smiling
Little bird in the sky?
You’ve traveled so far.
Seen the world go by.
You’ve been to the Moon.
Skimmed the clouds up high.
Talked to stars as they twinkled
and laughed ever so shy.
So why are you singing
when you should cry?
Forget the times
we spent together and fly.
What have I done to you
except to lie?
And lay to waste your world
and let your heart wither and die.
So fly away. I warn you.
I wonder why you bothered to stay?
To give me joy?
In my world of concrete and clay?
Run to what is left of yours,
to a tree, a branch and play.
Before you waste your time
or get hurt one day.
Before my music dies
and my world turns to dust like today.
