Little bird, hold back your tears.
If you break down in front of people,
People will only sympathise
people will offer free advice.
It’s not easy, doing what they say,
It may seem like it’s pointless,
meeting people, going places,
When it’s easier to just sit there and
Stare at your shoe laces,
But you've got to hear them anyway,
Because you need something to get you out
Of that bad place you've been in all this while.
Baby, you need to get out of your own mind.

Let them flow,
But your friends will soon tire of watching you cry.
They’ll say, “Why don’t you just try?
Try to be happy, try to smile.
Let go of your despondent thoughts for a while.”
But the darkness pulls you away
Into the chaotic emptiness of your mind.
It’s always there, peeking up from beneath your eyelashes.
It only takes a moment to shut down the world outside
and lose yourself in your deep dark deliberations.
Baby girl, don’t go there. Please don’t.
It’s a bad place to be
And you’ll only end up alone.

I know that’s what you want right now.
You don’t want to think about the what, the when, the how.
Breathe. Look up.
You are miserable,
and maybe no one but you
will understand what you’re going through.
That’s ok. All is not lost. It never is.
Baby girl, you've got to believe.
Believe that things will fall into place
You don’t have to win this race.
Take a step, then take another
Keep going till you reach the end of the track.
Little bird, you've got to believe,
Believe, that you’ll get yourself back.