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there's a storm coming I can see the clouds 
of depression forming in the horizon
as the ashes of my burnt memories fill the sky
I've been estranged from Love and my dreams
a fool for everything I once believed

oh pretty raven don't pull away from me 
kindred spirit please teach Me to fly
I have held within my struggles and pain
I have felt the wetness of a thousand tears stream
from my eyes
these wounds are stabbed deep 
and they never seem to heal

I've been a captive to solitude 
abandoned by everything that I once held dear
oh pretty raven
you dark angel
please take me with you 
teach me to fly

as she flew away 
she said It's not your time 
an a thousand more tears streamed
from my eyes

~ D Donner ~