 ¶ The small bird sings the song he always sings ¶ ¶ And speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring ¶ ¶ What I was young, my heart was young then too ¶ ¶ Anything that it would tell me, that's the thing that I would do ¶ ¶ But now I feel such emptiness within ¶ ¶ For the thing that I want most in life's the thing that I'm told to do ¶