A crow sits all alone
In company
A room full of brothers
Sisters
A lover
Savoring the sweet melancholy

Pushing out the poison
Of another times misery
The midnight rainbows
Dripping from the lips of the forgotten
Paints a portrait
Of a broken backs history

But how else should he bleed
The need to feed
Is a most beautiful mystery

So sing porch crow, sing
Let the world go
In good company
There’s no need to think

So sing old soul, sing
Brother, we don’t mind