Song Bird

The sweet summer days provide the warmth that she yearns for
She basks in the sunlight, loves it even when it burns her
She sits in an empty field, plucking dandelions from the ground
As she questions whether loneliness is meant to be so profound

Her only companions are in the lyrics she writes
She’s an audacious little songbird with a fear of heights
She got a little dizzy when her world turned upside down
Wonders how to stay grounded when her head’s up in the clouds

Scribbles in her notebook to make the pain go away
Searching for her purpose, hopes she’ll find it one day
She knows that she has work to do, but doesn’t know when to finish
And she wonders what her world would be like without her living in it

She truly always has been somewhat somber and melancholy
But the darkness in the world has not yet stripped her of her purity
Her sadness is always dominant, as though it runs through her veins
And her weary heart is in a constant struggle to flush out the pain

Her only consolation comes in the form of a song
Her music always soothes her, makes her feel like she belongs
When life becomes too tedious and living becomes a chore
There’s nothing that can’t be solved by an elaborate classical score

Scribbles in her notebook to make the pain go away
Searching for her purpose, hopes she’ll find it one day
She knows that she has work to do, but doesn’t know when to finish
And she wonders what her world would be like without her living in it

When her thoughts become too loud, music relieves her of the burden
It cradles her in a sweet embrace and comforts her when she’s hurting
Music is her remedy, her shelter, and her home
Whenever she hears music, she no longer feels alone.
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