The Crow

There is a part of youThat values you less of youBecause the market went deep enoughTo tell you you’re worthless

There is a part of youStill fightingLike it’s the first dayBelieving things can be changedWhile feeling all the more trapped

I didn’t ask for my tentaclesNor I asked for the sightThen perhaps switched at birthMy roots were cut

The reckoning was always thereI never asked for itThen as if it was my faultThe world collectively told me I was all too much for it

Where do I from hereIs there a doorFar far away that is meant for me

If I shut my eyes wideWould it all disappearAnd from my chains I would break free

My ink too is leaving me beAnd the crow over there is still staring at meI want to call her home

It’s hidden inside the treesUnseen and disregarded just like meWhen in its wings it carries our untold history

The wind blows, the crow remains unmovedGive it all you got, it saysI won’t give into your mouldThe crow she is my mirrorHow we both admireAnd are yet so afraid of each otherShe too hears the song of ice and fire

My feathers got burnt away in the fireEvolution told me to try and flyTo earn back my burnt wingsI had to set my standards so high

I wonder if you feel numb as IIf the smell of horseshy kept you observant but too farBeing a crow, could you blow the whistle now?

You were both a witness and historically a sightDo you remember who told your story?

Tell me, how many more of ours were stolenHow many went untoldHow many times the fight substituted the anarchy

How many times did our historyWitness the witchesWho in all honestyWere ripped off andNo one could make a sound

Do you have enough voiceTo scream behind the lies that were toldHow it all served some great causeTell me how many more of our sightsWere handed their heartsOn the hanging tree

You can’t hold the ink backDiffusion won’t wait till all is pastI remember the timesBefore we knew we were sacked