guilty nightingale, breathe flesh to this peaceful sleep
sitting where u r, humming tunes that you long to sing
joy comes from deep within, the silver beak tells tales as it speaks
at the surface there's a diff sound, it's not the sweetest neither it's foul
at ya peak, u command the crowd like e weather to it's child
as loud as it sounds, u steal the show in the lights out
as the moon give way to the sun, u exhaust n fall into deep sleep
guilty nightingale, the decease.