crows crows almost like cows frightened by farmers whom do not understand, scavengers they are just like man families they must feed, miss understood by man and all prophecy`s point to evil within them all,
black as the mad hatters hat yet within the light of the golden gate,
how do they be hated by so many kinds , look deep within their eyes,
deep within you will see a jungle lies full off surprise and sparkle,
my lovely birds tell stories of jungle panthers to the man walking the land in need of thirst, how the real defenders are those mankind have forgotten, that`s like all man kind shy and forgotten look deep within their eyes and stories you could only dream appear, appear like the heavenly skies and the lord whom walk`s from the golden door, feel their eyes go deep within the galaxy that mankind has feared for life ,perhaps the darkness of the crows due flight the color of its eyes are the door ways to heaven hidden behind the blackness of its pupils , open your wings and picture your flight as you like crow take that straight white line , fly free and as the crow flys straight to a better life from within your eyes to your heart tonight, the night of the crow is here within tonight under the full moonlight , open your eyes and your heart and begin to live life.