As I look out my window, all I can see Is a bush of rhododendron flowers staring back at me And a mama robin, she is always working Bringing worms and bugs to feed her young While the snakes and house cats are lurking All this time I've spent inside my head Well, I've been hurting, Is the world still turning? For this weight I bare leaves me so damn scared I guess we've all been hurting like a little bird I'm learning Could I be a mother or a lover To something greater than my own instinct to suffer? And would a sheep run if she knew she was for the slaughter Or would she simply let her soft wool warm her daughter? All this time I've spent inside my head Well, I've been hurting, Is the world still turning? For this weight I bare leaves me so damn scared I guess we've all been hurting like a little bird I'm learning Now if a mother were to stop working Then her babes, they would die and the lamb did cry when Her mama's fate became certain