I have nothing left to give
since the guinea hen disappeared.
I considered giving the magenta morning sky
or the flock of geese in v-formation
but instead I offer the gift of pain
because it is what I know best.
I will sit with you and shed light on
the charm of misery and despair,
that is yours for a song.
Together we can sing the ballad
that will capture the anguish
and fill your soul with the
Then we will weep in somber unison
when the geese take flightat first light through the pink skies of dawn