Do not weep, sweet child, dear,
My fearless, brave little one.
You can go back; it's not to late,
But the choice is up to you.
Your time's run out,
That's what it seems,
And you've no where left to turn...
The pattern seems to have trapped you in
This melancholic cage.
But my bird, my bird,
O my angelic bird,
With wings like clouds and blankets...
Remember, the eye and mind can fool
And nothing is as it seems.
No matter these questions,
No matter this din,
This abstract clamor in your head.
Set it all aside,
And hold my essence to your heart;
Do not cry, child, please,
Do not cry.