The Shortest Story Lyrics - Harry Chapin
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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 my 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?
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How can this not make you cry...and then do something? | Reviewer: John | 11/4/09
I met Harry Chapin on his 31st birthday, backstage at a concert at Wagner College on Staten Island. I was already a huge fan of his music. That brief encounter helped me to realize how much more there was to this incredible man. His passion and personal commitment to the elimination of hunger transcended his gifts for music and telling stories. The two come together in a very poignant way in this simple song. Harry did many concerts to raise money to eliminate hunger. The work is not done. Please help.
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