When I was a little child, I once found a bird lying on the ground It would not ever fly again I held the bird up in my hands, I shed my tears over the lovely song that Not longer could be heard Never learn to fly With dirty hands I dug a hole and gently laid the bird to rest in soil A wound in the tear stained mud My tears wore rain as I revealed the secrets of a tree A cross of bark to speak through wooden grains Never learn to fly I sang a song which I remembered my grandma used to sing For me, when I was sick and laid in bed Then I cursed that day for showing me my own mortality For then I knew that all that lives turns cold. Cold and dead And now time has passed by beneath my wings That was then I'm older now, but still I can't forget that rainy day I raged against the ending times, though some day soon my son will maybe Find the tree I cleansed of skin No chain-sling will ever climb its rotten limbs And when the time has come for me to die, I want to lie beside that bird Never learn to fly When I was a little child, I once found myself dying on the ground And now I'll never fly