"No, the girl did not cry yet;
Her eyes are though full of golden rays,
Her hands spread out to get
The light which they said never stays.
The waves beneath her pale weak legs
Had promised her a blue sunrise,
But, the drowning hope now poorly begs
You See, the flying bird at last cries.
She raised her head out of the clouds
And smiled as if there is no sky
The golden rays in her soul shouted loud
You know, the flying bird will never cry.”