Little bird

When your silver song is drowned
By the roar of anger
or a rush of accusation
Sing out, little bird
Sing out.

If the headwind is strong
and your wings are weary
Duck your head
And sing out, little one
Sing out.

The rain hits like bullets
and the gale pierces like ice.
But dig deep for strength, push on
And sing out, dear one
Sing out.