I hear the song of the mother bird,
Her happy, melodic tude,
Her loving nature flows beyond death,
As the song is played softly throughout the depths.
While her heart glows for those who care,
And burns for those that don't,
She is loved by many,
Yet hated by no one.
And even after years of being broken,
And shattered on the ground,
She sings her happy, melodic tune,
And even breaks a smile.