I should have listened to the morning bird.
Calling for the sun to rise and glow.
Never called my sun in the distance.
Never been so lonely in the morning.
I hear the far stars, fading in the light,
Shimmering away their last sigh,
Humming a short melody for a dying night,
Lifting the curse upon my soul.
I stood on the edge of the southern cliffs,
Facing death and some warm wind,
Reaching out for the faraway seas,
Caressing the milky clouds.
To jump in the void towards a heartless morning,
Kill me tomorrow, but let me claim this day
In her name.
Let me be a humming star
Fading in the light,
Dying in the morning.