1618 Another song

But I sing another song
From the day in that you left me alone
And my song was not so sad
As the song that I sang
Besides to the madness of your sight.
When you left me alone
I displayed my own wings
And in the skies it was listened to sing
My own song
As if were
A sweet song from the angels.
Because you drove my mind
To the madness of your sight
Allowing me to fall of the skies
Without be able to display my own wings.