Her first note pierces the night,
Clear, beautiful and strong.
She sings for love,
She sings for hate.
She sings for life,
She sings for death.
She sings for every living creature,
Big or small.
The song is like blood or air,
The song is life.
The notes float away,
Hitting unsuspecting ears.
They bring joy and sorrow.
Some go unnoticed by a world too self absorbed.
She wishes they would only take a minute,
To listen.
If they don’t listen,
What is the point of the song?
But if she doesn’t sing,
She loses her song, which is life.
If she doesn’t sing,
She dies.
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