From the pit of mice, I looked above
To see a bird, was it a dove?
It had black wings, freedom endures
So far away, and yet so close
I reach out, the bird may notice
She does, and sits nearby for this
For this is an execution, a murder of hope
Hope screams out, but only a croak
\"Help me bird, I need thee now!\"
The birds head, dips in a bow
\"I am confused, so far away I fly\"
Hope clings on, for it must try
Too late fool, you have perished
But the birds beauty, I always cherished
The last sight that I see, is the Raven flying away from me
Happy, free and flying, that is what you must be