I know you're hurt and hungry.
I know you cry all night.
Just try to hold your head up.
You're gonna win this fight.
Let's say a little birdie told me
that you're so very strong.
He said that you are suffering.
You have been for so long.
Your prayers are being answered
please listen as I speak.
I promise you'll survive this.
That's a promise I shall keep.
Your tears won't go unnoticed.
Those scars will disappear.
Remember what I've told you
when I cannot be here.
You hold the key to happiness
within your battered heart.
I'll be with you in spirit...
for we shall never part.
Mary Nagy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-birdie-told-me-2/
