I hear the morning birds singing

From my dungeon of black and blue

They're excited, chirping, happy to be alive

I wince as I think of you

Who else is up at this hour?

Who else accepts life with no regret?

Who else is naïve enough to love us all?

Who else trusts life itself? You're the only one I've ever met

You, with your blind love for man

And your deep-instilled belief

I hear the morning birds singing through my window

And I surrender to a wave of grief

I know those birds - and my morning bird too -

Can't protect themselves from the ones who bring harm

I know their innocence is a weakness

I don't have to hear it; I feel their naïve alarm

Too little, too late

All because of trust

In the good of the world

I don't want you to change, but you must

Because I can hear the morning birds singing

From my dungeon of black and blue

They're excited, chirping, happy to be alive

I wince as I hear you