Wing of a Crow

On the wing of a crow.

I will go.

On black feathers I will ride.

Escaping this dark tide.

Waves lapping over my head.

I pray that I am dead.

Taking to the skies.

From the depths I will rise.

On the wing of a crow.

It knows where to go.

On black feathers I will ride.

Leaving behind all my pride.

Becoming something else.

Gaining a new kind of wealth.

Never turning back.

Nothing shall I lack.

On the wing of a crow.

This is all I know.

Taking to the skies.

From the depths I will rise.

Taking all in stride.

On black feathers I will ride.

The journey will be long.

Forever will I roam.

On the wing of a crow.

I will go.