The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves The warm lights of autumn, disappear with a winters breeze

New seasons bring wonder, happiness and memories But my last winter was with you, and this year you’re dead to me

In the past you had promised, that you would never leave But tis the season I suppose, cuz you did it with ease

Brandish all the mistletoe, I won’t let you see me grieve It’s only a heartbreak, but this will be my last winter I believe.

The birds crow a weeping meody, trees clean of leaves The grass is brown in this winter freeze

But in the distance, there is a deer Beautiful but skittish, if you go too near

Still in silence, camouflaged in brown Eating the dead grass, with its head down

So we flock to the window, to see it graze Because a deer is here, and we’re amazed

The spots on its back, match the falling snow Blissfully unaware, it’s putting on a show

Its antlers are outlined, by the big white sky As we watch we don’t notice, time pass by

Because though this chill, can ice the soul A deer is out, on a winter stroll

It’s grey in January, and thaw isn’t near, Except for when, there is a deer

The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves I know it might feel hard to I don’t know but just breathe in real slow Exhale out the pain as the wind blows lèche-vitrine I’ll always be watching you as though I’m shopping from the window And I know I’m wrong But I hope that’ll ease the actions I’ve done I know I’m gone and I’m the reason for your tears mom I wish I showed you I love you more You’re beyond loved Appreciated Valued And idolized But instead I’ve left you torn Because my idol slowly took the gentleness away from my eyes And in return added fuel for the demon’s residing in my mind My love is perceived by some At surface level to be warm But like a Rose looks can be deceiving And the end result is scars left from thorns My loves toxic But it must be genetic mom Because so was yours So please wipe your tears and listen to The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves
As your heart like the winter breeze starts to freeze My apologies That toxic part you instilled in me Doesn’t want to see you grieve Rather your heart bleed to misery For all the pain that I’ve received

The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves. My sickness is spreading till my knees can’t withstand. The weight of my fears and the weight of my dreams, Crush and unravel me in their demands.

You say that you’ll love me when crows stop their mourning, And for what I’ve gone through, you’ll always be brave. But will you feel that when I’m dead in the morning, Who will you love when I go to my grave?

the birds crow a weeping melody

trees clean of leaves

the wind sobs silently

a storm brews inside a cup

much ado about nothing

a telling of many tragic tales

filed with laughter filled with joy

death and agony

pain and fear

and this is why

the birds once cried

The birds crow a weeping melody, Trees clean of leaves Swept in and out of silence. I beg to free my heart and mind From the raging winds of time. Scattered whispers In chirps and whistles Sing of life without woe, But not in a world Where I’m doomed to grow. Rise, recoil Stay above the turmoil Return to the soil. Plant the seeds Water with tears, Cast sunlight Over the shadows of my fears, Make me anything other Than a victim of the years. Maybe with a new season coming round Something strong and sprightly Will stand tall, unwavering In the raging winds above the ground.

The birds crowed a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves, For their youngest hurled toward earth’s unforgiving crust. The mother dove quickly into action, and a car’s tire screeched, yet A deathly crunch scrambled and folded a plate of two servings.

The killings of man,the erasing of god’s sinful plan, The birds hung unrested by their troubled hauntings. The crickets crowed amongst the starkly night, begging for the end Of mankind’s tactic toward those unfit to survive.

The girl with screaming eyes of vulnerability, flawed by good judgments, Had long chased from tattooed skin and moral ambiguity. They spoke, ‘a bitch, a swine, a slave to brutal love,’ and still The same tragedy was failed by her victor’s glove.

The little boy, bounded by his mobile constraints, Often faced series of wrapped knuckles and motherly contention. A slit of warmth, a breath of water, or the crumbling of innards screamed A way to end the love that long lived and fell astray.

For the life that lived unforgiving, innocence and purity nowhere found, It long tarnished every bit of good that stuck around. The hope, an unworthy state of feeling, in life that preserves, Had dispersed from the immoralities of borrowed time.

A world so brutal, frozen to the touch, Plunged all existence into bleak solitude. And everything that once sounded a melody Now rested without such a peep.

The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves, they’re leaving for a better place, don’t be sorry, take a feather and it place by a tree, they’ll return in the fall.

The wind howls through, whistling on eaves. The first flurry rises The lakes and ponds strengthen their ices. Wildlife departs the wood Wishing the warmth will return for good. Cloaks and coats,hats and scarves Through this land the season carves. For when the trees shed their leaves The winter wind begins to breathe.

TW: Child Death

The birds crow a weeping melody Trees clean of leaves “Who after will remember thee?” Crying on the breeze

The hunters and seekers can’t find us Trees clean of leaves Winter is full of unkindness Carried on the breeze

Caught by storm at the edge of the leigh Trees clean of leaves Feast for foxes, insects, and we Blood on the breeze

Pick you bare and bear you to heaven Trees clean of leaves All before the age of seven Silent in the breeze