Mocking bird at my window
A cry resonating from it soul
Sounding like a cheerful cardinal
Ready to seize the world
But then its music turns sullen
And it chirps of sorrow
I wonder what bird he imitates
Where I remind myself of me
But I dare not despair
At the life I live
Since there is
Always tomorrow at my grasp
Always grace at my fingertips
Always a desire for love in my heart
That melody so enticing
It makes me want to hum the tune
But for now
That refrain will have to wait
Because I have my own song to sing