(by Randy E. Halprin)

Sorrow the sparrow took her flight,
all alone in the pitch black night.
With ice on her wings,
forgotten in fright.
Sorrow will you sing for me tonight?

Sorrow the sparrow where are you now?
Have you finally gone South?
Some way – somehow,
you’ve found a way out.

Sing, sorrow, sing!
A lullaby for our dreams.
Sorrow the sparrow,
will you return to me in spring?

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