They move my spirit. Bringing forth emotions untold. Silly old birds caw.
Monday, January 12, 2009
As the world fades away; with it goes the light of day.
The dark embraces this shell; is it heaven or it is hell?
Comes the caw of the mgihty crow; should I stay or should I go.
With the close of this life, I think not of the strife.
I see before me; it is the thing to set me free.
It is the love of my life; it is my loving wife.
The caw of the crow; begs again for me to go.
I shall stay; for tomorrow is another day.