I was walking through the night,
never looking for the light,
no one near or in my sight,
still I stood tall and upright.
Silverbird was on his flight.

When the darkness waved goodbye,
I kept walking with a sigh,
morning sun reclaimed the sky,
she came looking in my eye.
Silverbird was flying high.

As the night had passed and died,
I had lost that place to hide,
but she stayed there by my side,
even took me for a ride.
Silverbird flew full of pride.

This old life is filled with lies,
as both moon and stars arise,
in these times of alibis,
I just trust in her dear eyes.
Silverbird sings while he flies.