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
