Nightingale

A little bird sings:
I see through my eyes,
the way you suffered in life,
but only will you know,
the fear you have inside,
will all be gone, once
death come by your side.

Listen closely,
and surrender to my voice,
for this song I sing,
I sing only for you.
One day I hope,
you'll open your wings,
to join the wind, and vivaciously fly.