mais, 
pour moi amour, 
est-ce n'chante pas les ouiseau? 
doth thy church bells cast, 
and the church burned down, 
on sunday light did they not, 
break into song and take flight?
showed us a better way,
were happy,
and spread their light.
casting shadows of love,
and illusions of hate,
which is not the opposite of love,
give or take,
but what we knew is gone.
faith run low,
but by the suns growing glow,
soon a new truth was here,
those little songbirds,
uncertain,
unclear,
brought us with them,
a new dawn.
a new tomorrow.

xoxo Kyelle