A lone crow takes flight Higher, and faster he goes in to the night Invisible even when in the light But he flies anyway, no direction is right He couldn't be seen on a feild of white But he stays anyway, and continues his fight To keep himself from disapearing into obscurity Locked in a cage of mystery A personal hell, his own captivity Only thing going for him are his wings are free Wind carries him over the hushed city No place to go so what's the hurry Will he ever find the begining of day or a person to help him find his way The role of guide for someone to play THis task requires no tole to pay No chance to find a place for his head to lay Just keep flying above it all, and hurry on with No delay