The Crow

Black and strong and wise
Stops and takes a moment
To breathe in his surrounds
Pray
There seems to be none in sight
So on he lurks to his next port of call

Misunderstood is the life that he leads
Told he's a threat for seeing what he sees
The whine that we hear is his form of speech
So let him be, let him be, he's just a crow

Labelled
By people; he stalks and he waits
Looking to feed on whatever
His tiny mouth will take
Full
He is not, so continue on he will
Until the ache in his stomach is finally filled

Misunderstood is the life that he leads
Told he's a threat for seeing what he sees
The whine that we hear is his form of speech
So let him be, let him be, he's just a crow

What is it he seeks?
He's too dark for us to know
Maybe thats the mystery
Of the big bad black crow

Misunderstood is the life that he leads
Told he's a threat for seeing what he sees
The whine that we hear is his form of speech
So let him be, let him be, he's just a crow