I met a girl called bird,

her rosy skin was as soft as feathers

Her gnarled nails were as pointy as a beak,

she had eyes reflecting the midnight sky

Her hazelnut hair danced in the wind

I met a boy called tear,

his clothes were grey and damp.

He cried day and night,

and wept alone till the morning light.

He felt as lonely as a widow,

his misery does really show.

He’s locked himself up in hell,

if he will ever be happy no one can tell.

His freezing heart is empty and sad,

his horrible life is more than bad.