Sunshine on the window
Blue green red yellow glass
Truly a silly ol' thing,
What are you doing, quiet bird?
Why do you not sing?

Creativity sinking into me,
Sweat rolling out of my pores,
What is it that I bring?
What are doing, lonely bird?
Why do you not sing?

Rain tapping on my roof,
Dogs howling in the night,
Oh but when you’ve struck the wrong string,
What are you doing, little bird?
Why do you not sing?

To sing would bring
Not only joy,
But a thing,
A song to sing
Of cold and warmth,
But even then,
My little bird, my lovely friend,
You’d end up too,
Inside the lion’s den.