The Fatal Weapon

The bird sings happily
Not knowing what awaits it
The rose continues to bloom
Not knowing what awaits it
The sun continues to shine
Not knowing what awaits it

Along someone comes
And hits the bird
Killing it instantly
A stone being
The fatal weapon

Along someone comes
And plucks the rose
Tearing its petals
A hand being
The fatal weapon

Along a cloud comes
Covering the sun
So it shines no more
A storm being
The fatal weapon

Along someone comes
Ripping out my heart
First goes the bird
Then the rose
Then the sun
And finally me
Love being
The fatal weapon