The hummingbird cries
inside of my chest...
the earth mourns with him.
Tears of the night
have spilled from his eyes...
and you can't see them.
The tumult of words
claiming the price
of loves that do not belong.
Dawn as before,
deserving no more...
the hollow tree echoes his song.
The woven cup
now covered in snow
was never the home of you.
Beware of his cry
for he brings the fire
when solitude remains true.
...de verso en cuando.
