'Nightingale' For the Children of War

From The CD 'Between Two Fires' Tom Kozlowski http://www.tomkozlowski.com Mockingbird sings his song laughing at my window Blackbirds fly cross the sky nothing left but shadow Nightingale sings her song crying in her sorrow She leans her breast against a thorn The death of one small child she mourns Cradled in her mothers arms one last lullaby Now the world is safe from harm but this child will never cry No one even knows her name Bombed out shelter is her grave Used to be I showed the world a light to my door Now the torch is growing dim in the face of war She leans her breast against a thorn Is it for us that she mourns Weve conquered everything Vanquished our enemies Why is my soul torn and I cant find any peace Dedicated to the girl who was killed in the Abu Musab Al Zarqawi bombing raid in Iraq in June, 2006 (and for all children caught up in mens wars) Words & Music Copyright 2006 Tom Kozlowski "Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Leand her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefullst ditty, That to hear it was great pity: Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry; Tereu, tereu! by and by; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon my own." [Passionate Pilgrim, 21 --William Shakespeare

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