A little bird all alone,
Afraid her nest will get blown.
Finds an owner for a day,
Only to get shot down and served on a tray.

The little bird had so much to give
But cut short when she could not live.
She thought she was a rose in a sea of thorns,
But she was just a piece of meat waiting to be torn.

Devoured to bones and left on the silver tray,
The owner took off in search of his next prey.

To pray for recovery seems quite ideal,
take away the pain and completely heal.
But thats so selfish and foolish to say,
for I am listening to my heart when I pray.

To pray for happiness is what I should do,
even if it means having to lose you too.
Not only will the pain go away,
you also wont have to suffer another day.

It must be lonely living alone,
hundreds of miles away from the ones you call your own.
It must be tiring putting up a fight,
hoping to see us again before you see the light.

Im afraid of whats to come;
I wish to hold you tight in my arms.
But again its happines that I pray for you,
its this one line that will help get me through.

I love you so much, so come what may;
for its you whom I am listening to when I pray.