little bird

annie lennox popped into my head today as i was thinking about what to write. life is so full of burdens right now for all of us- many have lost their jobs, homes, life savings and the stock markets around the world are on shaky ground due to largely american greed. and i thought of places to run away to. isn't that a human thing? find a place to hole up and hide away for awhile? a little cabin in the woods; a whole other country- anywhere but here where things are tanking. but a friend of mine emailed to say that france and britain both are training riot police and canada is looking more and more american every day- and i don't speak a lick of another language of any sort- and with global climate change changing everything everyday- it's a moot point anyway.
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and then, the other part of me thinks- we shouldn't run away- we should stand and fight for our little patch of earth. and i begin to see why the ancient farmers had such a connection to their land- if you treat it well, it gives you life. and i begin to see that i can 'lay my burden down' by tuning out. i don't have to flee to another place- i can make my peace here on my own quarter acre and i can defend that quarter acre and it can be my haven and my refuge where i can watch the little birds fly above- for a while longer anyway- in the late autumn skies.



I look up to the little bird
That glides across the sky
He sings the clearest melody
It makes me want to cry
It makes me want to sit right down
And cry, cry, cry
I walk along the city streets
So dark with rage and fear
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
I wish I had the wings to fly away from here
But my, my I feel so low
My, my, where do I go?
My, my, what do I know?
My, my, we reap what we sow
They always said that you knew best but
This little bird's fallen out of that nest now
I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed so
I've just got to put these wings to test
For I am just a troubled soul
Who's weighted...
Weighted to the ground
Give me the strength to carry on
Till I can lay my burden down
Give me the strength to lay this burden down
Down, down, yeah
Give me the strength to lay it down
But my, my I feel so low
my,my,where do I go?
my,my, what do I know?
my, my, we reap what we sow
They always said that you knew best but
This little bird's fallen out of that nest now
I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed so
I've just got to put these wings to test