This is the poem Arthur was reciting. It's hard to make something out of this, too. I guess I'll leave the interpretation to you, guys.

I made this.

Their Song

Cry, my little bird, let your tiny voice

Make a stand, make a choice

Cry, my little bird, through the noise

Eyes and face still freshly moist

Your voice of agony reminds me

Those lost days of eternal glee

Each smile and grin we receive

The happiness planted deep

I long to hold those warm hands

Taking me into a euphoric dance

Holding me through, angry and sad

Reminding me the joy I never had

Roads crossed and paths taken

Some left us rose-colored and broken

Some bridged, can and cannot be laden

Some carved and some forgotten

Promises are said and covered

Bonds, pointed, tainted and severed

Loneliness slowly yet forcefully conquered

Eternal vows suddenly waivered

Tortured by sanity and loneliness

Missing everything about your caress

Both digging through each side of darkness

Ending up in becoming human less

Cry, my little bird; have me summoned

Voice out how you are scared and alone

Call out to me with your regretful tone

Let my cold hands take you hereupon