The Crow


I can see everything,
For I am gently flying above you,
I see your smile,
I see your frown,
I see when you need help.
But I could never understand,
For here I am above,
Gently flying along, and soon away,
Out of your mind,
Your life,
You will probably never think of me again.
You hear me,
I see you looking,
You never look away actually,
I have even come down to say hi,
But you don't acknowledge me anymore.
So I leave again,
And gently fly away,
Hoping that one day you will wave again,
And beckon me once more.

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