Birds And Wolves, My Dear

I know, I know, my dear.

And I will howl for it. Because the
moon might listen. I'll ask it why.
Why? Why I cannot decide my
faith and fortune.

And it will tell me, that I can. That
I am deciding it. But it is
impossible to know which actions
cause which reactions.

And which words will break which
hearts.

So I will howl. And I will sing my
song only the birds can hear. The
only song I can sing with tears
running down my face. The only
song I do not need words for.

I will howl for it, my dear. I will cry
for us. Because we might never be
more than we are now.

Yes, there is that chance we will
be. But it is a chance I cannot
take. Just for this selfish reason,
I do not want my heart
broken by you.

I know. I know, my dear.

I will howl. I will sing, my dear.

But it will not change a thing.