( A friend of mine committed suicide because of the death of his mother. i wrote poem because i felt that it was my fault he killed himself.... i felt the i had done nothing to help him)
Little Birdie, why do you cry?
Is it because you're mother has died?
Or because you cannot fly?
Maybe I can help you,
Of course only if you'll let me,
I'll help you overcome you're grieve,
But only if you'll let me.
So Little Birdie please don't cry,
And would you please tell me why,
Why you cry,
In the night,
Alone in the dark,
Out of sight.
But Little Birdie let me help you,
I'll teach you to fly,
And to sing happily,
While soaring through the sky,
So Little Birdie have you stopped crying?
Why aren't you moving?
Why aren't you flying?
Little Birdie,.. did you die?
...My Little Birdie...
Has commited suicide...
