crows
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Well I walked outside on the earth that remains
And let the greedy crows pick at my brain
With forgiveness and gratitude for their primitive ways
And with a thought lingering on the break of day
I bear on my shouldersThe weight of a thousand crowsWith their weight, they just watch and waitEvery second, every dayHoping for me to fall downSo I can feel my bodyAs it rots in their dirty mouths
As time goes by,
You stand and ponder,
"When will I die?"
So you wonder.
As you wander through the graveyard,
You ask yourself,
"Why is life so hard?"
You say to oneself.
