• To hear a cry is to hear a death,
    you heard my cry but then you left,
    Are you really my friend if you never let me be,
    my dying wish was to be free.
    But you were never there to hear it,
    So here I am trying not to fear it,
    but here I am dying on my bed,
    And this is what I have said;

    "Dying in the moon's silver light,
    You clipped my wings but I wish to take flight,
    I said I was but I have never been 'alright.'
    To die like this I could never bear,
    but you never ever let me share.
    I die away fast,
    I die away slow,
    You wanted me to leave,
    but you never let me go."

    And with that I drew my last breath,
    and my hands turned cold and my heart stopped beating,
    and now you understand that this is death.