Birdsong. Music and Friends
Hanging on by a thread So much stuff in my head Goes round and round I need no sound Just peace and quiet Not some bloody riot My friends got my back When I’m feeling black We don’t always agree But agree to disagree I feel their vibe They are my tribe Lockdown has caused issues I’m glad I’ve got my tissues This week, I’ve had a good cry Feeling like I just want to die These melancholy moments don’t last long And like a bird, I eventually sing a song Music lifts me, out of my despair Sometimes, life is so not fair Seasons come and go With nowhere to go There will come a time When everything will be fine Till then, Birdsongs, Music and Friends still my woes And momentarily I stop thinking about all my foes Copyright Kizzy York, aka K.J.Oakes March 7th, 2021 Italics: Amy McDonald- Woman of the World