The Ravens are leaving the tower
Abandoning the wreck
No promise that
Love could return
No reason to stay
For they know if they did
That a bitter knife
Would find its way
Straight through each and every feathered heart
Each and every whim and wish
Better to fly and
maybe find hope elsewhere
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC
The Ravens are leaving the tower
Abandoning the wreck
No promise that
Love could return
No reason to stay
For they know if they did
That a bitter knife
Would find its way
Straight through each and every feathered heart
Each and every whim and wish
Better to fly and
maybe find hope elsewhere
