Birds have wings, so they can fly.
But I\'ve got arms to keep one of those birds,
Made safe with endless love.
Oh, the bird can sing too!
She sings, and I play the beat of my heart,
Could the heartbeat stop?
When the singing stops, and I still play.
And yes, I will still play on my broken heart.
If there\'s nothing else but a choice
For she shall return and will sing to me a love song, of another Dawn.
And there, somewhere in the beautiful place, we call it, old Eden.
I think I will not hope in vain then.