In the stillness of the words
The memories have turned.
Songs sung out by baby birds.
Pain blurs
With hidden messages
In the stillness of the words.
Happiness was preferred,
Sunshine and silhouttes,
Songs sung out by baby birds.
Oh, how we purred
Quiet conversation
In the stillness of the words.
Is there something to be heard?
Oh no,
Just songs sung out by baby birds.
Gone for now,
But memories remain
In the stillness of the words;
Songs sung out by baby birds.
