The Black Bird

Sitting by the window, lost in my thoughts,

I saw a little black bird flying in the rain.

Its wings were wet and yet how it danced,

Was there when I wished I was a child again.

Expecting success, longing for love, wishing we had it all,

How long do you think this way the innocence will remain?

Count the sleepless nights you’ve had, the moments you cried and prayed-

When you knew you’d give your life for it, but that was all in vain.

We have had times when we ran so hard to reach that peak dreamt of,

But now look back at the journey you missed, still worth was the gain?

If we keep missing out on the real life around us,

For how long will we be sane?

Now I will live for myself and expect no more, I thought

again today, with my arm resting on the window pane.

This world owes you nothing; it was here before you came,

I’d lost many and I lost much, realized as I went down the memory lane.

Today is a new day, a new sun, a new life,

Today there’s no place in my heart for pain.

If not for that black bird I would not have known,

I thank thee O black bird, and thank you rain…