The Shortest Story
Harry Chapin
STRUM CHORD SLOWLY PLUCK ON THE STRING AND THE OPEN STRING TOGETHOR THREE TIME STRUM SLOWLY 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. >G STRUM SLOW 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. >G STRUM 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?