The crow he sits there on a wire, high in the sky and awaits; waits for me.
Waiting for my life to take; waiting for the last breath I make.
He sits there on the wire high; black as night, black as coal.
With his wings on fire he’s ready to take flight, waiting to claim my soul.
He sits there every day watching and waiting with he’s cries of sorrow.
As for him he must wait another day while this one becomes the morrow.
(Here’s the Gap)(Maybe someone can help me fill this gap)
As my life turns bitter cold he flies right through me as I turn hollow.
He calls the many for them to come, they swarm.
They gather together a flock of one feather.
As one they cover me with their cold black wings spread wide open.
Pulling me deep within the darkness inside them my life they swallow.
With the white light of day, it finally forever in my eyes of grey begins to fade.
Only to take me away, to the place of no return and decay.
On the wings of the crow I am flying.
Down below me I see eternity gazing back at me.
How can I escape these dark wings that bind me?
I began to absorb the womb within I am in.
As I am being carried off to this new flight of mine.
The crow takes me, carries me away, holding me; binding me.
Until that last breath in me is taken.
My life, my soul has been mistaken.
My life slowly is passing before me who am I?
As I gaze into the dark sky I get no answer from the other side.