i hide away during the days
watching the other birds in flight
i don't know their tunes, they say
those songbirds are the social type

i guess the day was made for them
just like the night was made for me
i'll just wait here until the dusk
all alone, in my tree

i don't fit in with their flashy ways
my feathers just aren't as bright
they sing so pretty in sunlight rays
as i await my turn to cry at night