Look up at the skynA tree's outstretched branchesnAnd the birds flying bynIn search of waynTo hide little heartbeats from dangerous daysnOnce the time is rightnThe earth it will welcome the newest of lifennIt will take them awaynAnd the space that will remainnIt will be empty and stillnIt will be empty and stillnnLook into your eyesnOak colored circles where sorrow residesnThey once knew a birdnThat sang through the branchesnFor all to be heardnBut the time wasnt rightnThe eggs they were broken before they saw lightnnThey were taken awaynAnd the space that remainednIt was empty and stillnIt was empty and stillnnLook up at the skynThe tree's outstretched branchesnAre empty tonightnThe birds have all gonenThe birds have all gonennThey were taken awaynAnd the space that remainsnIt is empty and stillnIt is empty and still