I'm a bird,
But I can no longer fly;
My wings are torn,
I'm curled in a ball,
Waiting to die,
But I can no longer cry,
My tears are dried;
But my cheeks remained stained,
A reminder of the pain.

My voice rasp,
I'm trying to sing,
I lose track,
I can't feel anything,
I can't hear,
My vision blurring,
My head's burning.

Just when I'm about to give up,
I look up-- and see the sky,
I'm not afraid anymore;
I'm not scared to die,
I'm not alone at the least,
You'll be by my side,
But where were you when I fell?

Where were you when I died.