awoken by a bleak morning
as the fog came bellowing in
i opened up my window
so i could hear the blackbirds sing

I longed to hear their song
it used to be so nice
the sun used to glisten through the window
the air cold and crisp like ice

since the people i loved dearly
all left me one by one
the sun no longer shined and
the blackbirds no longer sung

i cried out in despair
"Just sing me one last song"
but the fog had scared the blackbirds
and now they as well had gone

One day i hope to wake up
to the sun beaming through the blinds
and hear the blackbirds singing
and a warmer feeling inside

until that day arrives
im left here on my own
ill sing the melancholy song
and hide underneath my throws