Nature’s got a way of keeping herself occupied   Of keeping track of who lives and who dies   Not that there’s no in between to report   I know a few creatures a lot with a sort   With death defying looks in their eyes      It’s not fair to say we know   Just who is who   We can’t walk in their shoes   This fire inside of their lines   But it seems like we can say we’ve been there many times      Just like the mockingbird eats the black widow spider   Piece by piece to eventually hide her   Beneath it’s dark feathers and surrounding bones   Heartbeats will accompany more      Gotta a long list to trade   Gotta a lot to hold spiritually   Would you believe we’ve got a lot of baggage to leave?   Would you believe we’ve gotta a lot to let go   Simple can at first sound terrible, it can sound so vague   Like “what is there for me to hold on to?”   Well how about a dirt clod?   A ripe strawberry?   A Nightingale song?      The mockingbird eats the black widow spider   Piece by piece to eventually hide her   Beneath it’s dark feathers and surrounding bones   Heartbeats will accompany more   Heartbeats will accompany more