I looked up to the skies and only a single bird did I see.
A melody echoed between my rips and only one heart heard it.
My voice is only audible because ears are listening.
Before me is a testimony to the Glory of my creator that Angels are real.
Pills can't heal this wounds I've bore for long, neither can water quench what's burning within me.
You are that bird I see, the heart that hears my melody, the ears that listened.
I said pills can't heal my wounds, neither can water quench what's burning within me. All I need is a voice to whisper LOVE