The Crow
 
 18/10/96 10:39 pm
 Charles Dum
 
 You look to the blackness,
 What do you see?
 A wall of darkness
 that surrounds me.
 
 You think you can quench,
 The fire burning my soul.
 Only you want to cover it,
 Or shove it down a hole.
 
 Not really knowing,
 Or caring to find out-
 But just merely saying it,
 And feeling your doubt.
 
 Never knowing why,
 And not wishing to know;
 You never listened,
 When I opened up my soul.
 
 A brush of your hand,
 And you forget my pain-
 They stick aroun,
 Resurface with the rain.
 
 Do you really think,
 You can hope to know?
 A life's worth of dealing
 With a twisted crow.
 
 The crow knows my story,
 As it listened each day-
 It didn't care,
 But it was there each step of the way.