With the wind slithering through the leaves in the tree
It's hard to comprehend the silence in me
My heart does not beat, my lungs do not breathe
My bones do not crack, and my eyes cannot see
But the birds assure me that I'll be alright
With their windchime-like songs, piercing the night
I know that it's safe when the birds are around
But when I cannot hear them, it's danger that silenced their sound