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