Flying back from death as a bird.

I flew to the window, so high, it seemed to be
The wind rattling the shutters quite so suddenly
I sat on the sill, for a while before perching on a tree
I waited for some sound, hiding so noone could see
Nobody was in my old room, it was left so empty
I looked around slowly to stare at old pictures of me
I was dead now for a few years, just two or maybe three
Missing my loved ones, I say Ive come back for thee
It is released from my lips like a croack not a speech
I remember now, im no longer mortal, a bird im made to be
This chance I took, so my beloved i could see
I get this one last chance to on look those whom with i used to be
Yet in the empty silence, I wish to fly and flee
I fly to another window, this time to the room serving tea
My loved ones sit around, some on the table some on the settee
I call out to them but no one hears my cries, not one, nobody
Have they forgotten me? How come? Im here dont you see
I was your mother, your daughter and your wife, yes me
But how could you forget, who i used to be
You laugh and live, like i was never ever there ,no we?no me?
It saddens my heart, You have all moved on, no one cares about me
Im alone in my grave for hours on end, waiting for a visit from all of thee
Yet you sit here with joy, living like I was an autum leaf looked on with glee
Once it became dry it was stepped on ironically cordially
I will fly back, I will go to the place I now rest in peacefully.
I know now why God, Why must we all turn solely to thee.