Black Crows

Three black crows were sitting on a fence
Watching the world pass them by.
Laughing at humanity and its pretense,
Wondering where next to fly...

And they cackled in joy and dove through the air
Like the winds of a hurricane.
And they spread their wings as if to declare
"Onward, let freedom ring!"

Three black crows are sitting in a tree
Looking down on mankind
Loving how it feels to be so free,
Leaving us far behind…