I couldn’t listen to music for a period of two years – it opened me up too much. I began writing again after the following incident. I had tried to save a little bird that had fallen out of its nest. I couldn’t find the nest. So I took it home and ground up worms and fed it water. The water suffocated it because baby birds don’t drink water. Do unto to others as you would have them do onto you. So many people try to “help” without asking what people need –with this song I try to ask.
A Little Bird Told Me So
It was a simple thing, a slight,
a “but” not an “and”, and then
one slip and she felt like a bug on a pin,
a tiny thing…
It had a harmless ring, a lark,
a ball on a string, too far
and tighter, and tighter and tighter, or like it or not
she was caught,
she was back there again.
So, tell me, what are you going to do with that pain inside of you?
What are you going to do? What are you going to do?
It was a pretty thing, a tune,
a song in her head, it went,
around and around and around like the wind,
A precious thing…
It’s such a careless world, one shift,
and the next thing you know, there’s that hole
oh, the world’s full of lost and bruised souls,
I ought to know, a little bird told me so.