Beauty Through Pain

While most other birds sing a duet,

Or with a chorus hidden up in a tree,

There’s a little bird that sings loud and proud, 

Alone, but in harmony.  

This little bird sings outside my window,

While the rest of the birds are asleep. 

This little bird sings with depth and conviction,

While others can only dream.

Where does it find the courage 

To stand alone and sing?

How does it know how not to care

What all the other birds think?