KevinGnWV's blog: "The Dark Side"

Why am I scorned, with a delicate soul?

I soar with the Angels, but feared as Hell's born.

I cannot bring death, though many believe,

I'm only here, just trying to breathe.

You wish me to go, with puppets of hay.

I don't understand, why I may not stay.

So I'll fly to a place, where you cannot go.

Beneath my black wings, love winds will flow.

Seeking the place, I know I'll be loved,

I'll soar down to you, from way up above.

I'll enter your heart, and then you will know,

It's always been me, and I'm just a crow.

KevinG