Scarecrow.
As the cold man of sorrow
I live for tomorrow
expecting sun where ever I will go.
But as I breathe perfection
into your world of satisfaction
The crows of sorrow have no place to land.
As the scarecrow lies in slumber
I watch and count the number
Of crows who sit upon his open arms.
I live for tomorrow
expecting sun where ever I will go.
But as I breathe perfection
into your world of satisfaction
The crows of sorrow have no place to land.
As the scarecrow lies in slumber
I watch and count the number
Of crows who sit upon his open arms.