The crow does flap around the sky
He is not graceful but he still flies
His call is harsh and bites the sky
He is big and dark and cold of eye
A sign of doom in times gone by
But he is just a bird trying to survive
We humans also flap throught life
Were seldom graceful when faced with strife
We say harsh things that are never wise
We sometimes look dark and cold inside
It's seen as doom in others eyes
But we are just people trying to survive
