The birds outside my window sing songs

The most beautiful ones to hear

But they never decided to last long

And soon we were brought back to fear

The songs drowned out the screams

If there’s anywhere you will find me

It is begging them to come for me in my dreams

As i grew older the birds kept singing

Though it became hard to hear

My ears never stopped ringing

But the birds kept on breathing

A plague came over the earth

and poisoned it for its worth

The few who lived

lived in fear

but then they realized what they could hear

No matter the death

no matter the pain

no matter the struggle

Still today, the song of the birds can still be heard outside my window

And they soothed those who couldn’t sooth themselves.