When words turn to darkness a raven sings
Flapping it's wings to the bright moon light
Such a cold chill it's screaching brings
Echos of a past no longer in sight
Stars shone bright that cold winter night
Rain drops touched life's beauty and decay
Then a black crow took flight
Heading to the dawn of the new day
The sky was painted blue with hope
Waking sounds randomly sounded afar
Only I, hanging by the one rope
Which was shot down from the brightest star
Holding as tight as I could
I climbed the slipery line
This was the truth only I understood
My future, my passion, my design
Hanging there with all my might
When reaching one aching conclusion
The craw flew far from sight
Yet my future is buried in a dark seclusion
