you should've seen the moon last night,
but you, you left too soon, was it too bright?
where were you, when the rain splattered on our skins?
you planted trees here once, have you visited them since?
I watched the moon last night, from under a tree
the rain would not cease, but your tree kept me safe
you seemed lonely out in the rain. I couldn't leave you be
so last night, I planted my own tree beside your grave

One must rather fill their pages with ink
than allow yet another heart to sink

As such is the art of poetry,
no truth ever remains untold
as most you tell unknowingly
in these pages you dare unfold

Oh raven, won't you sing me a happy song?
why must they always go so wrong?
what has happened to your tongue?
oh raven, please sing me a happy song

I've got walls and a roof, but this house isn't home
any more than these empty streets that strangers roam
oh raven, you've always been my friend
so why can't we put this suffering to an end

oh raven, I'll sing you a jolly song
and just maybe you might sing along
perhaps then we'll both feel at home
without living the illusion of our Stockholm syndrome

For flowers could never bloom
under the shade of our unified gloom
so let us chant the happiest of words
for we don't deserve to feel any worse

oh raven, I know you love all that is shiny
so why don't we look for your misplaced heart of gold
even though you may believe it shrunk so tiny
don't forget you never let our friendship grow old