Let the wounded bird take wing,
Though dismal may be his fate;
Should he overcome this cruel sting,
His triumph he'll celebrate
Let the willow bend and weep;
Though it appears to be weak,
It would tell you its roots run deep
If it were able to speak
Let the wolf howl to the moon --
He has the right to be heard;
Morning will be here all too soon,
Then enters the singing bird
Let the spider weave her snare,
For this task she was designed;
While her prey, feeling no despair,
Awaits its cruel fate, resigned
Let love and loneliness brawl,
Let die the things that must die;
Release the tears and let them fall,
And let the broken heart cry
Let me love without constraints --
The sinking boat needs no oar;
Do not preach of sinners and saints
With Death's feet so near my door
Let me taste love's sweetest wine,
And let this shattered heart mend;
Having seen my star of love shine,
Then let the curtain descend
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
Let the wounded bird take wing,
Though dismal may be his fate;
Should he overcome this cruel sting,
His triumph he'll celebrate
Let the willow bend and weep;
Though it appears to be weak,
It would tell you its roots run deep
If it were able to speak
Let the wolf howl to the moon --
He has the right to be heard;
Morning will be here all too soon,
Then enters the singing bird
Let the spider weave her snare,
For this task she was designed;
While her prey, feeling no despair,
Awaits its cruel fate, resigned
Let love and loneliness brawl,
Let die the things that must die;
Release the tears and let them fall,
And let the broken heart cry
Let me love without constraints --
The sinking boat needs no oar;
Do not preach of sinners and saints
With Death's feet so near my door
Let me taste love's sweetest wine,
And let this shattered heart mend;
Having seen my star of love shine,
Then let the curtain descend
