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THE BLÓÐ HRAFN


THE BLÓÐ HRAFN

MY SOUL IS

CRYING

LOUDER

THAN MY HEART

NOW THE STONE

SKIPS

ACROSS THE OCEAN

THAT

SEPARATES

ME

MY FEATHERS FLOWING

DOWN

FROM THE FALL

ABOVE

IN THE GOLDEN

WHICH MELTS

IN THE BLACK

AND WHITE

LIKE SHADOWS

AND THE LIGHTS

CONTRASTS

FROM THE BRIGHT

MOON'S LIGHT

OF THE NIGHT

THIS CRISP AIR

CUTS THROUGH

MY BONES

IN THIS CONCRETE

WALK

THESE WALLS

ARE ALL

OF MY DESIGN

OH TO THE TRAITOR

WITHIN

FROM WITHOUT

THE SILVER THORN

UP IN THE SKY

FOLLOWING

ME AROUND

DAY IN AND DAY OUT

MY DARK

RAVEN

FRIEND

CAWS AS IT

SWEEPS LOW

CIRCLES

BACK AROUND

BACK INSIDE

DOOR'S LOCK

CLICKS

AND THE CHAIN

CLANKS

TO MY

SWEETHEAT

OUT THERE

SOMEWHERE

AND

FOREVER

ON MY MIND

FOR I WILL

ALWAYS

REMAIN

THE ONE

THATS

ONLY GOT

FRIENDS

AND NO ONE

TO HOLD ONTO TIGHT

BUT IN

MY DREAMS

I AM

SOARING

LIKE THAT RAVEN

LOOKING OUT

THERE

FROM THE

RAVEN WALKING

BESIDE ME

AND I AM SMILING

TO WHERE HE

DISAPPEARS

AND IS SOARING

UP ABOVE

LOOKING

DOWN ON ME

TO THE MOMENT

THAT DAY

SOMEONE

REACHES OUT

AND KNOWS

THAT THOUGH

THESE WINGS

ARE CLIPPED

THEY ARE NOT

LOST

AND

THE DESIRE

STILL RESTS

LIKE THE BLOOD

THAT PULSES

IN MY HEART

WHILE I AM LIVING

LET LOVE

FINALLY

COME AND STAY

IN THIS HEART

FOREVERMORE.


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