And bury me in sorrow where the gifted sparrow sings.

For, found drowned in her merriment that girl forgot her wings.

With boy and man who lost what was

Never watching of each sin.

And grin for he was never man of where he's prospering.

And woman said unto man "Give the gift of love."

He took her hand and married thee,

She shook so forcibly, with joy the saints are dying.

She prays falsely to her personal god.

And the Raven spreads it wings, to carry her away again.

In shadow she will rise and fall for dead man's sorrowful eye.

And he who notices nothing will bury what dead man he has become.

And he who notices nothing will lose the love he had won.

Granted she is not too far gone.

Neglectful she is strung to rope and hangs by neck in hope that he will come.

Not slit her wrists.

And cut her hair for he will see what changes have come.

With clipped wings the angel has sprung forth from heaven.

Crippled she will fall and her face will be trampled.

Will you still reject her then?