The Lark

It was dark

And it was cold

But she slept only because of the lark

Which sang a story to be told

The lark said and hoped she could understand:

"I'm sorry I did not listen

And ended up on the bloody sand

For I was too stubborn to understand

I'm sorry for my leaving you

And to not leave a word of goodbye

I'm sorry that the songs I now sing for you

Are only a miserable bye

I wish I could shed a tear too

Whenever you began to cry for me

But nothing seems to fall out of my beady eyes

Though my tiny heart skips a beat each time you cry

I wish I could be human again

And to tell you I'm your unworthy son

Just so you don't have to go through knives and thorns

To search for your already dead son

I had the chance when I was human

But I guess I chose not to

And all I can do now as a lark

Is to chirp and hope one day you'll understand

That I am your son

And I want to say ' I love you, mother!' "

A tear rolled down her bony cheeks

And then she said in return

With her eyes still fast asleep

"I love you too, my son."