The Bird

Seems like my voice
is too much for your ears
Broke down, down my spine
and crash out the fears

The bird in my lungs
still sing its harsh song
the blood's running cold as
they've waited too long
for words in my screams
but there's none to be

You melt like a snow
until I cannot see
the pain that you feel

Seems like my voice
is ever too much, but dear,
the bird in my lungs
has no other choice
than sing loud, so clear