• How lost the tiny bird must feel
    separate from its flock,
    how scared the orphaned child must be
    when silence answers his knock.
    Both will have a tear to shed,
    before it's said and done.
    Gone will be the loneliness,
    that both have shared as one.

    The nights are long, the days retire,
    you never know what they contain;
    many hearts are warm with fire,
    others dripping with disdain.

    A tiny trinket always kept;
    a debt a girl will pay.
    Tears are dried that the orphan wept,
    and the bird will never stray.