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I heard a little bird crying
so loud it filled the whole earth.
when it stopped, I tossed and turned,
it seemed absurd that no one else had stirred.
I saw the little bird lying
so long it rotted in the dirt.
I didn't squirm to see the worms,
but my stomach churns imagining how it's death occurred.
I thought a little bird trying
to make it through deserved
a quick death that didn't hurt.
Something tells me, it's really going to hurt.

Maybe a bird in the dirt is a really bad omen.
Maybe it's just a coincidence, but maybe not.
Maybe an apple a day will keep me healthy for a while.
Maybe a walk in the morning would be a good start,
but for someone to tell me they love me...
that could make any pain worthwhile
cause I feel so pitiful.
There's nothing else as strong as that
when loneliness rips me apart.
Put back together, I'm stronger than ever before
in my heart.


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I've seen so many things.
I see her face and need to scream.
These vicious dreams will never end -
I want to say I loved her.
I've seen without relief.
Everyday, I trace her memory
in melodies she'll never sing
because I couldn't save her.
I heard a little bird crying
so loud it filled the whole Earth.
When it stopped I tossed and turned.
It seemed absurd that no one else had stirred.

Maybe now, if I sing
she can forgive me 
for everything I never did.
Maybe I'll finally
get a full night's sleep.
Maybe I'm breaking or waiting
to see if it's working, if she hears.
Maybe you wouldn't have said
anything either, though, but know:
being ignored when you need someone
might as well kill you, it's vile,
and feels worse than pitiful.
If she had said something
it wouldn't have ripped us apart.
We can't get back together,
and there will always be a hole
in my heart.



Edit 1

I've seen so many things,
I could list them endlessly:
new and old, love and war,
success and failure.
I've seen what can't be unseen.
Sometimes I shake up dead memories,
categorized and made melody,
forgetting to censure.
Then I heard too much: a bird
crying so loud it filled the whole Earth,
and when it stopped I tossed and turned.
It seemed absurd that no one else had stirred.

Maybe now, if you think
putting your heart out there
helps anyone, then you don't know.
There's always a conflict of interest
in being yourself, cause it hurts.
Maybe an apple a day
will keep you healthy for a while.
Maybe a walk in the morning
would be a good start, it won't hurt,
but ignoring when someone might need you
might as well kill you, it's vile,
and you'll look so pitiful.
Everytime I sing this song,
it easily rips me apart, but
put back together, I'm stronger 
than ever before, in my heart.



Original

I've seen so many things:
a mother's eyes as she sings.
Her baby smiles because she knows
how much her mother loves her.

I've seen so many things:
a lovers heart wrapped in a ring.
When she sings, her soul wrings
on bended knees

I heard a little bird crying 
so loud it filled the whole earth.
When it stopped I tossed and turned.
It seemed absurd, no one else had stirred.

Maybe now, we can all 
go out and get along 
with someone else we don't know
without the conflict of interest
in being ourselves.  It won't hurt.
Maybe an apple a day 
will keep you healthy for a while.
Maybe a walk in the morning 
would be a good start,
but for someone to tell you they love you...
well, that will give you that smile
that you wear so beautiful.
Something as strong as that can easily
rip you apart. But, put back together,
will be stronger than ever before
in your heart.