Today’s such a bad day one that will be shortly lived. Yet the birds sing. Today’s an hour short a minutes late and a second gone. Yet the birds sing . Today has past and is here tomorrow still the same. Monotonous is King and Sorrow is his Queen. Together they rule my Life their Kingdom, is in me. Yet the birds still sing. On and on in tell the end They will reign my life as one. Yet the bird still sing. A song so harmonious it turns my breath acidic. With all of the pain in this life the birds still sing. Out of Misery of many million lies over heard. .OR. Out of the bliss and harmony that they some how see… For what ever it may be it is still a joy to me. Just to know that I’ll wake up to their song. That the birds always sing.