I can see those trees moving
Yearning for one last bird's song
I can feel their restless spirits
Longing for the times that will never come
I can hear their hum of sadness
Crying out of loss and grief
I can taste their bitter blossom
Poisoned by my own deceit
I am those trees and I am the end of us
I am the bitterness that flows inside
I cannot see the yearning of it all
For my eyes have been stolen from me
I cannot hear the grieving cry of it all
For I was deaf all my eternity
