a crow wanted you to know...part 1

I'm the one who fled the flock, who flew against the flow.. Not Milton, not Shakespeare Nor Edgar Allan Poe In your mirrors I appear A gloomy lonesome crow So sad, that's what you think I pity you nonetheless You, standing on the brink Unable to confess I'm sorry for how you were And for all what you've become I can tell from the empty stare In your eyes that turned so numb There's nothing more to tell For a heart that's painted black Maybe that's my last farewell Who knows, I might be back I'm the one who fled the flock Who flew against the flow My words have stopped the clock All this by now you know I'm the dream of every bird Wishing for a distant star While you're within your herd In chains anywhere you are The book under the cover Is what matters the most So in my sky I'll hover For you I'm another ghost