The Raven
The dove flies
With the light of his soul
As he egerly goes
And claim his goal.
Over the rainbow
Through the wind
To the sun
Where his journey'll end
But a raven lives
In the yard of tombs
He suffers pain
As he battles the rain
A dove flies
Into Happiness
Over his home
Where he roams
But a raven's happiness
Is a thing of the past
He asks how long
This hell will last
A ground for a bed
A rock for a pillow
As the raven sleeps
He weeps
A dove flies
Around the hell
And the raven's story
He will never tell
For he doesn't know
Heartache and pain
For he doesn't feel
The raven's rain
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