Through the trees the birds would sing
That song, spreading it through the air,
Letting all know that the hardship was done.
Then through a forest of dark things
The song began to ring
A signal of safety for two
Then came the spear, cruel and unrelenting.
But the song did not die.
Though the singer will never again open her mouth
To utter that sweet, sweet tune
She will never be silenced.
The song rushes through the air still
A sign to all that there is still hope
Still beauty in the world.
And though the girl has long passed on
She lives forever in her song.