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Sunday, April 17, 2005
A Picture With A Song
 An Evening View of Boat Quay  | The Legend as in F.I.R.'s album Long Ago there was a bird who sang but just once in her life From the moment she left the nest She searched the longest leaf for a thorn tree Never resting until she found one Then she began to sing more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth But carry away in the rapturous honor song She impaled herself on the longest sharpest thorn As she was dying she rose above her own agony Ro out-sing even the lark and the nightingale The thorn bird traded her life for that one song and The whole world was captured To listen And God in His heaven smiles As her very best was brought out only of the cost of great pain Driven by the thorn with no fear for her death to come But when we push the thorn into our breast We know We understand And still we choose the pain of the thorn |
