Harry Chapin - The Shortest Story Lyrics
I am born today, the sun burns its promise in my eyes;Mama strikes me and I draw a breath and cry.Above me a cloud softly tumbles through the sky;I am glad to be alive.It is me seventh day, I taste the hunger and I cry;my brother and sister cling to Mama's side.She squeezes her breast, but it has nothing to provide;someone weeps, I fall asleep.It is twenty days today, Mama does not hold me anymore;I open my mouth but I am too weak to cry.Above me a bird slowly crawls across the sky;why is there nothing now to do but die?