Don’t leave me, said the little bird
Do not break what has already been broken
Or let go of what was once lost
You took the shards left over
And I have not much left of my heart
Don’t rain upon my wings
And then bid me fly alone
My heart it beats so slowly now
So frightened of its own
Dark and dangerous place inside
Where one might die alone
Don’t leave me, said the little bird
Don’t set me free from your window
I shall fly back until my wings shred
And drift as ash does in the air
This little bird, when there’s no heart left
Will still fight for more
As I shall fight for us
Until my last feather falls.
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