I have learnt to fly,
At last all will come to pass.

He is my wings in this dreary winter. The light that guided the way.
Melodies and lullabies don't shy away when summoned by his harp.

For what am I without breath? For I am a bird awaiting the creator's next step.

Ash to Ash,
Breathe to breathe, Rib to rib, Hence creating a masterpiece.

I'm quiet not because I do not speak, Rather Jehovah raah will speak for me.