M. Rephun (c) December 2, 2007

Don't go that way

Don't go to that house
Little birds laugh on the window
They scream as you pass by
Their pink tail-feathers wave
Your shoulders bend beneath the weight
And the open buds sing their song

They sing a song of sorrow
That is also in your heart
When you go by
And that you carry in your arms
Each moment of every day
Like a numb weight
Like a diseased child

Don't go to that house
Don't pass by that way
It will only make you suffer
More, when you think of eyes
That you once knew, and a warm tender glow
That held you in its palm, and that you may never again feel

Don't go that way, young man
The birds' cruel laughing
And the gentle ache in your heart
I have been there
It hurts too much, it hurts too much.