Black Crow

He sees the stormy anger of the world

And wants no part of it at all

And as the weeping leaves of Autumn curl

He feels the savage winter call

See far below the dust of conflict settles on the hill

Where there was no escape before

And as he spreads his wings and soars up to another level

He brings the icy prophecies of war

Black crow, black crow, tell me where you really go

When you fly into the sunset, high in evening sky,

Black crow, black crow, tell me what you really know

Will we flourish in this hurricane, or will we fall and die?

While children lose their souls and so much more

To ragged armies of the field

A vicious fanfare cries appeasing hungry savages

To trigger that their fate is surely sealed

I wonder if that black crow sleeps as day beckons the night

Or if he even sleeps at all

I wonder what he thinks of all the human traffic passing farbelow

That's sturggled on the road for so, so long