My littlest nest,
I'm sorry I couldn't live you,
Short shallow breath of my descent
I bequeath to you,

Bright juvenile jewels,
your words touch my eyes,
But I talk of fools dreams
and a foolish hope of freedom,

It will never be mine so rest and cool,
you can have my soul for a little longer,
Head like and unaware,
take it, it's yours.

But God hold back your strength,
don't let me,
Silent depth of despair that is so loud,
hold your tongue, release your grip,

Shut the lid,
rid my thoughts of your mysterious intent.
I will no longer listen to your melody,
Its not mine, leave me, leave me,

Brush your own lips with disdain,
For I will have none.