A Nightingale's Lament

,,They say a nightingale's lament won't do anything at all
A nightingale's lament is an unreadable scrawl
It's a word carried by wind, drowned by the rain
Burnt by the stars, sucked down the drain...
This may be my last hour; neverthless this uttetring shan't die;
I leave it in your mouth, to disprove their lie.
Carry on my duty, carry on my life.
I give you my wings, so that you may fly;
Don't worry, God will carry me in the afterlife."