I love watching the flame in your eye,
The spark of hope I hold on to,
I love to hear your words,
Reassuring my hope of this world,
I love to feel your touch,
Helping me to feel,
I love your lips as they smile,
Bring a light to my life,
I love the way you ignore me,
Bringing me down,
I live for you
On a mountain high,
High above the great blue sky,
lives the soul bird.
He is life, he is death,
He is the worlds souls.
From the gnomes to the elves, to the ferocious trolls,
from the animals, to the humans, to the angels untold.
Our souls he will always hold.
When we die, the soul bird dies too.
When we are in pain, the bird hurts too.
When we stare at love, the soul bird spawns a beautiful dove.
But when we leave this frail world,
the bird will die withered and curled
and never again will it feel hate or love, or spawn a beautiful dove.