Entry 003 - Little Birds (song)

Little Birds.

Gypsy used to sing this song to me all the time.

I think I remember the lyrics...

Once, we discussed what it meant. I figured it was about a bunch of birds who feared dying and being alone, but she said that wasn't quite right.

Gypsy seemed to think the song was about ponies who wanted to get along, but the events of the war had twisted them too far apart. They want desperately to reunite even though they know they never will.

It's a pretty song, I wish I could do it justice on here...

”Oh, young town bird,
Is it the clouds or magic-castles to which you flee ?
Did the Pegasus steal your highest home?
Did the ponies burn down your favorite tree ?

Oh, young country bird,
They don’t hear your honest work,
They don’t listen to your songs of hope and peace,
Hoping it will relight the brightest spark.

Sing your songs, little birds,
Then the sun shall rise,
Spread your wings, little birds,
and return to the bluer skies.

Oh, young pale bird,
You worry you cannot share your generosity,
You don't see the stripes or blanks or polka dots,
Where others cry and fight for equality.

Oh, young pink bird,
To continue to laugh must be so tough,
Do not hide your giggles in a house of cards,
Confess that you really needed my love.

Sing your songs, little birds,
Then the sun shall rise,
Spread your wings, little birds,
and return to the bluer skies.

Oh, my blue bird,
Be loyal to yourself from the start,
Changing yourself now is too long a path ,
Your strength and resilience is an art.

Please, sweet young birds,
know that kindness and trust never burns,
I see your innocent beauty under tattered feathers,
and still feel the good in my oldest friends.

Sing your songs, little birds,
Then the sun shall rise,
Spread your wings, little birds,
and return to the bluer skies.

Sing your songs, little birds,
Then the sun shall rise,
Spread your wings, little birds,
and return to the bluer skies.

Whether I am yours, whether I am not,
I will love you, no matter what.”

Author's Notes:

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Song for this chapter: ‘Sophia’ from the Walking Dead soundtrack, by Bear McCready

I wrote this at three in the morning alone, apologies if it's a little clumsy.

I did have a tune in mind when I was writing this.

If you ever fancy trying to sing it, my suggestion is to listen the Bear McCready's 'Sophia' for the soundtrack of the Walking Dead, from 1min 36secs in.

The last chorus, repeated x2 and then with the two final lines, was written to be able to be sung with that piece of beautiful music.

Um, by the way, I do not own any rights to that music. Not sure if that needs saying or not, but now it's been said. I'd love to hear it sung against a fresh tune.

All My Goodest Things,
Dusk