• sad,a song heard over the wind,
    a singer who is unknown,
    their heart shows no bit of kind,
    and happiness was never known.

    they sing,hurted,
    since it is what they feel,
    wrds unknown and blurted,
    a voice that makes us reel.

    they sing for pain,
    they sing for love,
    a love they cannot obtain,
    with the voice of a dove.

    no one knows why their cheeks are moist,
    or why they scream at the sky,
    all we know is their voice,
    and wings that stretch so high.

    some are sad,
    some are blue,
    none are bad,
    but some are like you.

    they chase the notes on the wind,
    until the morning dawn,
    but as the notes begin to spin,
    they are shortly gone.