I stepped into the dew-beaded dawn one day
... what I saw tore my heart out,
just like one of those dead birds the dog
brought home - only worse. I can't say why.
I let out a cry ... it came from a place I cannot name
... echoing through the fields ... lifted into the air
by a sudden chorus of birds calling out in return.
The whole morning was filled with our song.
... what I saw tore my heart out,
just like one of those dead birds the dog
brought home - only worse. I can't say why.
I let out a cry ... it came from a place I cannot name
... echoing through the fields ... lifted into the air
by a sudden chorus of birds calling out in return.
The whole morning was filled with our song.