The last
moon is
fading
O'er the
moutains and the
sea,
And though I always
speak my
mind,
My
words are
strange to me.
The
world is my open
gate
That I can never
cross,
I cannot
cope with this
pain,
This
sorrow, or this
loss...
And the moon who
sings
nightly
On her
silver shadow'd stage
Does not care about this
little bird
In her
crafted, guilded
cage...
The last moon has faded
And the darkness settles in.
The
whisper'd
wind still calls out for
This bird to be let in,
But the world is too
dark now,
The moon will ne'er
return...
And I will never
fly again,
And you will ne'er
learn.