Darkness thick as tar.
Barren quiet after crash.
My cozy world turned upside down.
What's real and what’s a dream?
And I’m somewhere, somewhere in between.
Hope’s gone — like it’s never been.
You chose to be the third,
To stay unborn, never be heard.
You chose to be mine.
With two birds in my arms, I see the third one flying away,
Flying away…
So how could I keep you here?
I could not leave you there,
I floated in the darkness with invisible part of me.
I thought nothing’s gonna tear us apart.
What could be safer than the womb?
What could be more tender than my hugs?
What could be better than our home?
They’ll get me wrong.
It seems so weird.
The story is untold.
I’m alright.
However, I will remember there was
My little third child.
When the darkness clears,
One day we’ll live.
Third
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