My soul is vulnerable and I want you to break it free and to release its elements. Become the sea of pain and flow through me, make your violent waves reach the depths of my insanity, and see me flying like a night bird in search of you beneath the night sky. Perhaps, you are the night sky. Like a stormy, red sky, you watch over me, as I keep flying like a mad bird in search of you. The town is asleep and I am the bird that sings the ancient lullaby of loss and separation. The town sleeps where as I watch the darkness, I cry in pain, the darkness of my pain, and you moved miles away lost forever among the trees in darkness. Be my pain, I want to sing like a bird in pain, be my poetry, and I will be a night bird, singing in pain.