Maya Angelou

Why is the songbird alone on this mountain
Singing her heart out a sweet melody
Once filled with laughter, her nest is now empty
So why does she sing to a lone coyote?
Why did her only true love choose to leave her?
Why did she let him go?
Why did she stay?
Winter is nigh and she shivers a little
Then she starts to sing come what may
Why does she sing when no one can hear her?
Why does her music go on?
This bird doesn't sing because she has an answer
She sings because she has a song
So many songbirds have sung on this mountain
Their songs celebrated wherever you roam
From the top of a pine her sweet song comes again
Not a body can hear it 'twill linger unknown
Why does she sing when no one can hear her?
Why does her music go on?
This bird doesn't sing because she has an answer
She sings because she has a song
She sings because she has a song