Crow

Simple black crow,
Sitting up on the darkened iron fence,
Those cemetery gates...
Who left you there, alone and behind?
No one cares to listen to
The fatal lullaby you sing
And weave so carefully.
Intellegent eyes stare,
Full of sorrow and great sadness.
Why won't they listen to you?
Is it cause you lack color?
Or do they all see you, as a dumb old crow?
Something they don't care about..?
You may be quiet and strange, but when you cry out,
It's to be heard,
It's to be noticed.
Something they all don't know,
Is that they need to listen..
Yet they silence your splintered words..
You're still remaining strong and
You don't stop trying to show..
Beautiful darkened soul,
Cry out to them,
Let them all know you're
More than what they think.
Call out, and let yourself
Be noticed for once,
And show them, that
You are more than what they see..