A sweet little song bird;

Its song I heard.

It was singing softly in my ear, 

So I closed my eyes and let the world disappear.

Each day I came to hear a new song;

Each day I felt like I belonged.

One day I came down to the riverbed,

Only to find my little bird dead.

A sly snake took my bird away from me.

Now I sit here begging "Please,"

"Come back! You can't  leave me too!"

But there is no reply; no soft tune.

Now the melody's stuck in my head,

As I replay memories from before we were dead.

The little bird's soul has gone,

But only so another can hear its song.