Blackbird,
Will you sing to me
The song of death?
Sing to me with
Your sorrowful voice
Not like a bluebird
That sing the
Song
Of
Joy,
With its blissful voice.
But don't sing it only to me.
You see.
But sing to the dead soldiers,
Buried under their
Own grave.
Sing To the family and friends
Who have to bury their
Graves with endless tears
Sing to the hungry and frighten children,
Who pray with their fragile bodies,
For another tomorrow.
Sing to the people,
With life threatening disease,
Who,
Don't have yet a another
Tomorrow.
Let the world hears
Your mournful cries,
To ones that never had,
The given chance
To
Say goodbye
Or live to another
Day.