Look at that bird so sweet and free
always listening, and singing.
Yesterday morn she sat by me.
Naught but love and peace she's bringing,
Even now, delight's new meaning.

In isolation's bitter cage
She presented herself to god.
Caught between a rock and the wind
Underneath bitter love she's pinned.
'Til we march where satan trods,
everything will be done, I've sinned.