a raven circles above my head
i think it's my time to go
but he opens up his beak and says
"we're quite alike, you know.
bringer of omens, i bear a curse;
i neither reap nor sow.
but there's a place up in the sky,
a place for you and I"
i wonder how cold this winter will be
as i dream of a summer
ill never see
how flowers will bloom,
and forests will grow
beneath a sun ill never know