The robin's call has always filled her ears. Its soft sweet voice surpasses any other song; in fact, it truly reminds her of herself. For, within the deep recesses of its heart, she knows that it's mourning, just as she is. It calls for its mate, its loved ones, its family. Yet, day by day, it becomes clear that there is no one to answer its cry. The robin will forever sing; yet, in a way, it will never be heard.
It seems a crime, really. The thistle has done the same to her, penetrating the darkest depths of her heart and twisting her mind until she can't tell what's right or wrong. She's been swept away by a daydream, only to come back like the robin, forever calling to no one.
