Bird

Tell my love, I’m not coming home anymore
And sing her a song of sorrow
She carried the weight of her lies
Hoped the bird flew back to life
Dying in her hands
Hands soaked in death
She remembered trying to forget
Everything the bird softly said:
Tell my love, I’m not coming home anymore
And sing her a song of sorrow
Nearing the horizon
The fear rises and rises
The dead bird descended
Where the sky has ended
She hasn’t even left
But she is already there
Tell my love, I’m not coming home anymore
And sing her a song of sorrow
Fly away, don’t bring back my sorrow
I was born alone and I’ll die alone
No one understands
Tell my love, I’m not coming home anymore
And sing her a song of sorrow