Half are for me
Half are for you
Half for the voice
In my stories too

A few for the cardinals,
The swallows and doves
A dash for the stones,
The moss and the bluffs

If you listen real close
There's one for the land
Of beauty and splendor
And Nature's wise hand

But try to ignore it
And try if I can
To block out my words
For dear, murderous man