As the white bird flies away, 

I ask myself : how did we come to this end for today?

Simple deeds, simple words, have made today end this way.

Little seeds of anger, grown with rain of pride, have grown on my inside...

A little anger, some mistrust, here comes frustration, here comes disgust.

I forgot my patience, I forgot my kindness, but now I'll ask for forgiveness, and I'll give it away, for the white bird to return tomorrow, if not today.