Raven

The raven on its dainty perch,
Waits alone inside the church,
For someone who will set if free,
So it could again fly with glee.

But no-one hears the raven cry,
No-one is there to help it fly.
If only someone just could hear,
The frightened crys from the church.

Now forever the raven sits,
In the black church that is never lit.
Everyone is long, long gone,
So there is no-one to morn.