The Valley of the Sad Song

In the valley of the sad song

there’s a little bird that sings

And if you sit by her, but not long

she will tell you many things.

She has talked to many people,

who have come to her with tears,

And they tell her of the sadness

they have felt throughout the years.

She sings of the very first story

that started so happy and bright

Of a love that would go on forever,

it was eternal in both of their sight.

This first man that sat in the valley

before the sad song filled the trees

Came to this place from a memory

and crying fell down to his knees

He saw no one there but the young bird,

with feathers that looked like the sun

So he told her of all he had lost now,

because of the love he had barely begun

They had newly just started their family;

a little child had bounced on his knee.

But no bouncing and laughing was had now,

no, laughing, there just couldn’t be.

And as he sat in the valley of sad songs,

for that’s now how the valley was known

The bird cried a tear for the sad man,

and gave him a feather that shone.

And as the man picked up the feather,

he felt a slight warmth touch his heart

He wasn’t all healed or unsad now,

but inside, well, he felt he could start

To look at the world as half full, just,

and he thought “I might not be done”

So he thanked the good bird for her kindness,

with the feather he walked into the sun

And though now the bird felt slightly colder

she was pleased for what she had done.

So on and on and on goes the story

of each person who came with their tears

The little boy who missed his doggy,

or the woman who had many fears

And to each of them went just one feather

unsuspecting of what they received

As they walked from the valley of sad song

they felt like they could at least breathe.

So I sit here right now with the old bird,

oh her sad song to most is not grand

But she listens as I weep through my cold eyes

and buckle as I try to stand

She looks down at me and she shivers,

for one feather she only has now

But she pulls it from off of her bare skin

and passes it to me somehow

And as the sun touches my cold hand

I look to the bird and she cries

For new feathers cover her over,

But much brighter then ten million skies

For in taking pain she got coldness

So that we could just live again

She added a small part to her sad song

But gave of her love without end

And now she had infinite feathers

As she gives they will always grow back

And though now the sad song keeps growing

New feathers she never will lack

So down in the valley of the sad song

There is a little bird and she sings

And if you sit down by her, but not long

She will tell you of the love that she brings