The Mornful Bird (Poem)

It's gone you see,
It never was a part of me,
I lost it it's true,
My sorrow it grew,
My pain it brings a tear,
Everything around me now gives me fear,
My world has lost all hope,
All I can do is learn to cope,
With what I've been given in life,
It still cuts me like a knife,
Theres know one here to help me see,
The silver lining in this tree,
My family is gone,
shot at and done,
I can still hear,
My very sweet dear,
Say goodby,
With sadness in her eye,
Now I fly ,
Rember my tale and try,
To Keep me in your mind,
And Find,
Love ones nearby,
goodby.