• When I imagine my soul,
    I see a crow.
    My black feathers sleek,
    my wings full of pride.

    I am flying against the norhtward breeze.
    Yelled at by citicenz,
    With words of hate, and disgust.

    I am looking for a tree,
    and I stay silent,
    when I long to be loud.

    When I see my soul,
    I not only feel silent,
    but alone.
    With no one to talk to.
    Nothing to do, except keep going on with my life.
    Just like my crow.