A songbird, sang her song for me,
So far away, in her lonely tree, wistfully,
Searching, for my soul, was she…
I came across her song that once,
From long ago, and still I sense her now,
I stopped to smell a rose that day,
So full of life and sunshine’s rays, each petal groomed so full with grace,
I cried long tears beyond dismay, to find that I was not alone.
My songbird sang her song for me, and set my soul forever free,
Such lofty heights, always, with me.
My songbird sings now while I dream,
And sweeter sounds there have not been,
She takes me where only she has seen.
My songbird sings so true and sweet, I feel her wings beneath my feet,
I smile and laugh so indiscreet, for me, to be, so full, so free, happy.
I give you now that song above, passing it’s soul, to you my love,
It’s yours to hear, to sing, to live, allow your deepest hurt, to now forgive.
So sing a song, for you, for me, and let its beauty set you free,
And smell a rose, and think of me, and I will be with you, always.
A songbird sang her song for me,
So close to my heart, so much of me,
Giving all my love to thee, always, always.
Carl Shannon 2004