Rhododendron

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