Shrike

I couldn't utter my love when it counted

Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now

I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted

Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now

The bite on above

But never would fall in

Like a crane at the final breath that is drawn

Remember me, love when everyone

Is a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

And I had no idea on what ground I was found in

All that goodness is gone with you now

There when I met you my virtues uncounted