Nightingale

There is a nightingale who lives Above my bedroom and she is The sweetest thing of all that there can be And when she sings it seems to me That lovers can be simply Lost among her lilting lullabys Jealousy and unity Cannot exist in harmony A misled sibling of the gentle heart But song and dance and trills instill The kindness of a lover's will Lost among the vision of her eyes And when dark thoughts envelop us And life begins to sting That's when she sings And the world can see her wings Petty fighting can occur When silly slightings turn to slur And poison spills into a friendly ear Compassion and humanity Return when we slow down to be Lost among the sorrow of a tear And when dark thoughts envelop us And life begins to sting That's when she sings And the world can see her wings