Of Brooks and Birds

There's a river and it flows,
By the road beside her door
And she's staring it
Smiling so sadly.
On her doorstep she sits
Waiting all day she sings
But she stares at it
Smiling so sadly

It's the song you've never heard
Of the beautiful sea bird
And its wings cut down
By the travelers
From the dawn until the dusk
Flying over the cluster
Of dead buds and leaves
In the wilderness

Its her face that's gone so cold
Beaten by the cruel fall
And her gaze that speaks
'bout her suffering.
And her eyes, dead as gold
And the scars so manifold
Of the bruises that speak
Of her agonies.

When she picks up those stones
Throws them into the burn
With the feeling that she's
Had the last laugh.
makes me wonder
When she swears at the brook
Cursing all that it took
With its waters, stealing
Her happiness.
she makes me wonder.

But see, the brook, it overflows
Swells beyond its bound shores
Rising slowly to kill,
Like a monster.
As I stare at her wicked smile
When she frolics like a child
But she knows she'll drown
In the waters.
this makes me tremble.

And as the brook, it overflows,
I see her sit with eyes closed
And she waits for her stairway
To heaven.
Makes me want her
When she thinks she knows it all
As she listens to the call
Of the bird that was caught
By the travelers.
It makes me want her.

But She's taken by the flood
By the time I reach her hut
And I stare at the stream,
Smiling sadly.
And I swear at the brook
Cursing all that it took
When I stare at the flood
Smiling sadly.