Where I’m From, Birds Never Sing Goodbye

Where I’m from, birds never sing goodbye,
Deserted streets adorned by springtime hue
Wait for our once mirthful spirits to pass by.

Ignored all facts and believed their lies,
Sacrifices adorned the morning like winter dew;
Where I’m from, birds never sing goodbye.

Brave were they, who chose to fight and try
Against the storm that raged incessant and now few
Wait for our once mirthful spirits to pass by.

Hush little one, don’t cry; watch the blue birds fly,
Our self-inflicted desolation was our polity’s brew,
Where I’m from, birds never sing goodbye.

Blazing eyes marched underneath the black sky,
Lighting warm hope in subdued cold hearts anew;
Wait for our once mirthful spirits to pass by.

Go now, be with them who stood by your side,
Bow your heads and reminisce the motley crew;
Where I’m from, birds never sing goodbye,
Wait for our once mirthful spirits to pass by.