Raven's Song
Feathers drift and swirl through the night
As pearl and obsidian meet
One a brilliant translucent white
Viewed as the symbol of love and right
The other a magnificent reflective black
Yet others only turn their back
Hated for its twisted beak and ugly song, the reasons they claim the Raven does not belong
But while the Dove is allowed to sing its sweet melody that drifts on the breeze
The Raven broken and bloody can only wheeze
Unchained the Dove soars on the wings of freedom
Abandoned and alone the Raven is left to beg for you to feed him
It’s persistent caw is not meant to be spiteful
For it is filled with resilience and hope that is truly delightful
Listen closely and you will hear
That of the Raven you need not fear
It only wishes to fly just as high as the Dove
Surrounded by peace and love
In the end the Raven’s Song
Is only a insistent vocal wish to belong