My little bird, sing for me. It’s late, and my life is ending with every moment of time that passes. Sing me to sleep, and let me rest. I promise, I’ll be better in the morning. I promise, I’ll be happy then.
My little bird, please tell me sweet things, to quiet the fears of pain and hell. There is so much beauty in your voice, and I hang on every word. When I wake, I’ll be ready then, to devote myself to you if that’s what you desire. I promise, I’ll be ready then.
My little bird, so much is happening in this world. So much terror and misery. But we don’t have to let it control us. It must not ruin us. Because we were forged in the heart of the universe, in that great happening which happened so long ago. And I have been waiting ever since.
And I’ve found you, my little bird. Right here inside my hands. You were broken and barely breathing, and I mangled your beautiful feathers with my blood and tears. And I am sorry, my darling, because you’ll never be clean again.
My little bird, my little bird, I love you so. So come lie with me in the night, and let me hold you in my arms. And when we wake in the morning, we will no longer be the same. We will no longer be these sad unhappy things.
If you’ll give yourself to me, I’ll give myself to you.
And if we, the rightful owners of each others’ souls, are united in that dark night of fear, that cold winter of hollow loneliness, then when the summer comes, and all is well once more, we will stay bound and united.
My little bird, fly away with me.
And never look back at this place that made us so unhappy.