One White Bird

One white bird falls from the sky tonight.

She falls like a stone

she falls to earth a stranger of the sky.

I am watching from the ground

and I am lost

I am lost in the darkness circling above.

She feel from the sky as a warning

she was dead tonight.

She died and no one was there to see.

I am standing over the corpse

like a malicious being

and I hate my eyes for seeing.

I'm letting myself down tonight

by being no-one

I'm never going to spread my wings.

She was perfectly pure and white

before she hit the ground,

only mud and blood remain.

I was one more than I am tonight

more than the shadow

which my existence on the world.

Let the piano play in the background

as I turn to leave

because the drama is thin already.

I am living the greatest lie around

which is that I exist.

I am barely worth glancing at.

It begin to rain on her corpse

so I turn to stay

and drape my coat over her body.

I keep her body sacred

even in death

because she was more than I ever will be.

I'll sit by her right here

until the sun rises

and I can leave her in the sunshine she deserves.

I think that it's finally time

that I give up

and stop leaving my shadow in the path of others.

I think my time has come and gone

before I even noticed

so I am now moving through the world silently.

I am glad it is raining tonight

because I'm crying.

This means nobody will see me anyway.

When will I learn

to leave the living to the alive

and leave the dying to the shadows.

The sun begins to break

I'm not here anymore.

Separated in life but together in death.