come in and sit down, listen to this voice and pretend You're hearing nothing, because Your ears are tired to hear anything. I'm the window and everyone could see a bird is flying in, but windowpane is a killer and poor baby bird is dead. Soooo sad and all their eyes keep watching for bleeding baby bird and smiling. come in and wish that there was a kindness, just coldness, emptyness and sadness, no fairy-tales...