A lonely bird br Talked to me one day br About life, about love br About loss, about gain br I saw sorrow in her eyes br I wanted to share it br br She told br Choose what you love wisely br ‘Cause you are playing br At stakes so high br Involving your heart br Which is made of glass br With someone else having charge br Which he can crush br Or simply dropp it down…br br Deepa Thomasbr br