To Die Like A Mockingbird

When Winters go by and the Springs come to stay
And the sun is just waving goodbye
The moon will shine brightly, even through day
While the wind passes through the blue sky

Among the red ribbon that shoots across cotton
Across the cerulean above
Calls a small bird, who chatters quite often
Always singing a song of love

A tweet, a chirp, so short, so sweet
A hop, a flutter, goodbye
Amid the heavens, the warmth will fleet
And the song and bird will die

Within the emerald, the ruby is waning
The death of such unheard
Life of others become quite straining
To die like a mockingbird

And as the Heavens change to Hell
The phoenix flames grow tired
As it cripples and leaves a shell
To die like a mockingbird

The singing becomes a thunder strike
And love and hate is misheard
By those who wonder what it's like
To die like a mockingbird