Black Swan

This lake with all these beautiful trees,
and these perfect little birds.
Wanders a lonely black swan,
Without any saying or words.

She wanders alone in the cold balck night,
Her love is lost and away.
She can't find him, no where,
She looks for him every day.

There is a saying, about the swans,
they are always two and two,
They love each other until death to them part,
They stick together like glue.

Now this swan wanders alone,
the night is back at last,
She can now cry her silent tears,
Thinking of the past.

She doesn't know where he is,
or if he will return.
She misses him, and he's companie,
She can't help but concern.

Now she is known as the old, black swan,
that only appears at night.
Old people tell their stories of the swan,
who were once the pretty white.