The Bird in the Darkness

In the darkness of her soul
There grows a little bird
Green, red and yellow
With a little spark of destiny
on its wings

In the darkness of her soul
There stays a little bird
With crying scars on his chest
With bleeding love in his eyes
With death glory in his heart

In the darkness of her soul
There lies a little bird
Living in the Future
Playing in the Past
Dying in Reality

In the darkness of her soul
There is no bird