Of the crow who wasn't so.. part 2

The sun is shining But I'm still whining And you're waiting below Under my tree Where I can see The stones you want to throw My eyes are burning From the tears I'm learning That I'm nothing but a crow I know you're ready to kill So I'll read you my will A story you don't know * * * In a kingdom that's so old he used to be the king His crown was made of gold His gown was emerald brown brown emeralds were his eyes Same as his royal gown I was a crown that shines Above his black shiny hair Being that close to him I didn't feel so cold His hands brought me to life Though I was made of gold Till one day I fell down he threw me off his head It hurt-ed when I touched the ground As he climbed his royal bed "You're not a part of me!" he said, throwing a spell "A black crow you'll be or I'll burn you in my hell" If I were to have the choice I wouldn't have fallen down Yet still he was a king Even without his crown The gems became my wings The gold has turned to black And as he closed his eyes I flew, never looking back In a kingdom that's so old As old as the sun and sky I was his crown of gold Now a crow trying to fly * * * Alone I stand on my tree You're eagerly waiting below So if it is meant to be I'll be another dead crow It's not the first time I faced it But maybe the last deadly blow