The sound of birds cannot compare, your voice
Gives life to every dying, broken heart.
Although I'll run or chase and pester boys,
You'll still receive all of me, never part.
Remember how you spoke while I was grey?
You held me in your strong embrace, we cried.
You saw all that was damaged, vowed to stay,
So I let you obtain part of my life.
And I believed you cared, until I saw
Emotions changing 'till there were few left.
Yet I still stay, in hopes that your bold flaws
Will disappear, or you'll just leave me, pest.
The birds now halt, in fear of singing wrong,
As love has ruined all that made them strong.
