My heart beats, beats, beats
like the drum of a dancer's rhythm
with each passing moment it steadily beats
at the song of the Bird every beat quickens
beat, beat, beat with joy, unspeakable joy
bursting at the seams
yet a storm brews in the distance
and my heart quick it beats still
the joyous song of the Bird, snuffed like a candle in the wind
the storm rages on and my heart beats, beats, beats all the more
with rage and anger stirred by the wrath of the storm
in the end the storm will pass
and the Bird never returns to sing
my heart is now at rest
it beats, beats, beats no more.
