Black Crow

He sees the stormy anger of the world And wants no part of it at all And as the weeping leaves of autumn curl He feels the savage winter call See far below the dust of conflict settles on the hill Where there was no escape before And as he spreads his wings and soars up to another level He brings the icy prophecies of war Black crow, black crow, tell me where you really go When you fly into the sunset, high in evening sky, Black crow, black crow, tell me what you really know Will we flourish in this hurricane, or will we fall and die? While children lose their souls and so much more To ragged armies of the field A vicious fanfare cries appeasing hungry savages To trigger that their fate is surely sealed I wonder where that black crow sleeps as day beckons the night Or if he even sleeps at all I wonder what he thinks of all the human traffic far below Thats struggled on the road so, so long Tell me black crow, black crow (solely? ) you pass above Understanding everything but you know nothing at all Black crow black crow, tell me what you really know Do you understand the pain that we feel down here at all