Lyric

Above the rusted tower where the city sleeps so sound

As the morning glow begins to wrap the silent ground

A shadow stands alone, a silhouette so deep and black

Smooth and dark like midnight, with no way of turning back

Watching a single flower, blooming where it shouldn't be

This is the story of a crow who lost the sky, you see

Mysterious eyes that linger, a figure carved in stone

Motionless wings of velvet, standing all alone

Never a word is spoken, never a cry is heard

An entity of mystery, a strange and broken bird

People point their fingers, "He’s a curse, an eerie sight"

Ostracized and lonely in the fading morning light

Mocked by the eyes of the curious crowd

"A crow that can't fly," they laugh out loud

Stones are thrown and insults fly through the air

But he only stares at the flower blooming there

It's a lonely shadow, a smooth and deepest black

Even as they scorn him, he never fights them back

Just a silent witness, through the day and through the night

A story of a crow who’s forgotten how to flight

He’s just there

Simply there

He’s just there, existing in the air

Then came the ones with pity, with voices soft and kind

Defending the bird with the words they could find

But the crow never moved, never gave them a sign

So interest faded like a dying vine

Left in the silence, forgotten by all

Waiting for the shadows of the evening to fall

On a pale and quiet morning, a boy looked to the sky

He saw the flightless crow, and heard a single cry

A sharp, piercing caw broke the silence of the day

And with a flap of midnight wings, he soared and flew away!

The only witness to the truth, the boy stood in a daze

As the shadow disappeared into the morning haze

And at the boy's feet

A single flower fell from the height

A gift from the crow who reclaimed the light