Flying with the birds somewhere without me,
Flying with the birds somewhere without me,
My pride and joy looks for a new home.
My pride and joy looks for a new home.
Somewhere new, my pride and joy looks
With the birds, flying for a home without me.

It was gone.
It was gone.
I had nothing left.
I had nothing left.
I was nothing.
It had gone, left...

Do you think it will be happy without my love?
Do you think it will be happy without my love?
Or will depression fill it's body and mind?
Or will depression fill it's body and mind?
Or will depression and love fill it's body?
Do you think it will be happy without my mind?