Ah, Death, I would not treat you like a bird trapped in it’s cage who struggles to fly. I would guide you.
You’ve been hiding in the darkness. You’ve been dreaming of flying to heaven. You need liberty and a companion. You need the right to exist. The right to break fear of your name. The right to consider my house as your heaven and me as your friend.
Ah, Death, I would not treat you like a criminal locked up in jail. I would protect you.
You’ve been searching for life. You’ve been screaming to angels about the need to fly above the sky. You need answers and you need a friend. You need to escape and take flight. The right to break free from this curse. The right to consider my world as your heaven and me as your friend.
I should persuade you into the house and give you a heaven of your dreams. I should listen to your songs my dear friend. But, I can’t free you from the cage. Death, my bird if only you could see. If you could see maybe I could see you fly to heaven.
Ah, Death I would not treat you blindly I would go to heaven with you and see you fly like an angel. I would wait.
Death, I would miss you. You were my only friend.