What Did I Ever Do To You

What did I ever do to you but love you? In death, a trailing flower, holding on to its last breath. I called like a bird flailing on a breeze One beautiful morning, daffodil gold, but still, I weep. Wandering whatever I've done to you. What did I ever do to you but love you? Why do you send dark sirens to my soul? Am I not, yet, deserving of a life without a mockingbird? How do I escape this birdcage house? Don't you promise me anything or tell me lies? What did I ever do to you? But live in your wasted daydreams and believe I was born with two good eyes To work out an endless riddle And accomplish my mysterious dreams.