Memory of The Crow

With my pen in hand still I've nothing to say.

You captured my heart and stole it away.

I remember you as the Piano plays.

I recall the joy of earlier days.

Of when your face made my heart sing.

Now it beats silently while it bleeds.

Behind stone walls I thought my heart safe.

I now see the error of m ways.

Yet no tears fall as you fly away.

Good shall come of this one day.

Your deeds have shown me a world unknown.

So I shall forever cherish the memory,

of The Crow.