The Crow’s Yearn
I'm the black,always the black
I never wish to be like this
I just want my surroundings to be peace
why the blame is always on me
I'm also useful like a bee
Do I look ugly? why's everyone hates me
I want to be free like the flow of the sea
I'm not cursed, I'm the cure
My heart is wounded but pure
The pain I felt is endless
to the point I feel emptiness
Do I have no right to become better?
They don't even heard my voice when it's louder
I'm the black,the crow,the curse
but I can be important like the pearls
This is me.
This is my yearn.
A bird who locked up in the cage and can't find the way outside in my little jail.
A crow's yearn.