Edith Piaf Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There is nothing on t.v.,
But the ocean is very deep.
I have been hurt in the forest
Where I sleep.
The glaciers are losing face.
The announcer is speaking French.
The little sparrows are trying to teach
Me to sing again.
The woman is smiling at me.
The woman is not smiling at me,
But someone I thought was me.
The church bells are ringing in
The steeples above the naked leas.
The shepherds are herding sheep
I have been hurt in the forest
Where I sleep.
The butterflies are flying over Egypt.
The announcer is speaking French.
The boys are taking their girls to a formal dance.
Under the banisters, the boys are sharing liquor.
Out in the street, the night is awful deep.
I have been hurt in the forest
Where I sleep.