Mr. Crow (Pigeon in the murder)

Hey Mr. Crow
I know you feel alone
- A derelict home –
Filled with sorrow
But don’t give in, anyone can fit in
Accepted in harmony; no need for agony

You’re the pigeon in the murder.
Don’t look so bewildered, these flaws are your own
Wings will break and sky’s will scrape
To proud
To find your way home.

But they’ll all go
On with the show
Take a bow
You’ve lost control

Now you’re left
Of the coo coos nest
…Little bit mad? Little bit distressed?

You’re the pigeon in the murder.
Don’t look so bewildered, these flaws are your own
Wings will break and sky’s will scrape
To proud
To find your way home.

Hey Mr. Crow
You don’t look well
So thin and pale
Black holes unwound your tale.