Little bird in sorrow.

 I found a little bird in sorrow
He sang a million times of woe, he said with song
It won't be long, until you have to go

The little bird had heard of heaven, and flew so long
To find its place

He knew with tears that you were chosen, and sorrow met his little face

He sang to you by morning
And evenings of purple sky
In the silent thoughts 

He whispered softly
Why we come to die

I couldn't hear his answer
His feathers braced the wind and sky

He flew away from my reach, into the deep blue sky

One day he may return to tell, the secret of this life
And death

For he had come with loving wing, to cease your final breath

It won't long I heard his say
As he flew further away

You'll find heaven
With I someday, it's not your time though his today.