Nature’s got a way of keeping herself occupiednOf keeping track of who lives and who diesnNot that there’s no in between to reportnI know a few creatures a lot with a sortnWith death defying looks in their eyesnnIt’s not fair to say we knownJust who is whonWe can’t walk in their shoesnThis fire inside of their linesnBut it seems like we can say we’ve been there many timesnnJust like the mockingbird eats the black widow spidernPiece by piece to eventually hide hernBeneath it’s dark feathers and surrounding bonesnHeartbeats will accompany morennGotta a long list to tradenGotta a lot to hold spirituallynWould you believe we’ve got a lot of baggage to leave?nWould you believe we’ve gotta a lot to let gonSimple can at first sound terrible, it can sound so vaguenLike “what is there for me to hold on to?”nWell how about a dirt clod?nA ripe strawberry?nA Nightingale song?nnThe mockingbird eats the black widow spidernPiece by piece to eventually hide hernBeneath it’s dark feathers and surrounding bonesnHeartbeats will accompany morenHeartbeats will accompany more