Tonight I hit her,
Just as she began to fly.
Tonight I held her,
And felt her die.

The light shined on her feathers
And reflected in her eyes.
Tonight my soul left me,
As I screamed out my cries.

It was an accident,
But what did I do wrong?
What had caused me to take the life
Of this winged singer of songs?

Tonight, on a lonely road,
At almost three in the morning,
I hit a beautiful bird
And sent my heart in mourning.

I am sorry.
It was not your time to go.
Your spirit is set free.
I hurt more than you know.