This bird doesn't sing This bird doesn't sing It doesn't sing anymore Its babies have flown off into the night Out of those who survived So what am I supposed to do This house is now a mansion And there is cold air seeping through Never before noticed A trajectory set Set in stone To build a new home And prepare for the winter And fight off those Who were after my young I never questioned anything I had a sense of purpose And I sang for survival For me and my babies For me and my species The clock has stopped At 4: 04 The seasons do not Change anymore Better get used to the silence Yes chirping has turned into silence Say you will come visit At least once in a while