Blackbird, dark, ancient muse
Singing the song my soul has forgotten
In the still twilight
The graves of the things I’ve buried away
Dead things I’ve hidden away
Of these you sing, my faithful friend
Night-mares turned to lullabies
Take these melodies of misery
These hymns of hurt
Broken pieces in 3/4 time
Wings clipped to haunting arias
And mend them all
Learn to sing a new song
To make me whole so I may
Fly away with you
Beautiful.