Like a weed
Terror of the skies
where the crow flies
In to the blue
the little birds flew
Black and strong
like a weed grown tall and long
Eating what ever the tourists have thrown
On a power poll or the ground
Sharp eyes and a cackling sound
Like a wraith chasing another poor soul
the little birds who to console ?
Is there death that it portends ?
Is there the parting of long time friends ?
Is there the Lovers ' betrayal ?
Is there the end of all and may al' ?
The sun shines on the good and the bad
the happy and the sad
The black and the brown
the smile and the frown
the jokers and the clowns
The king without a crown
for wreaths of thorns bled Him
Like a Father to a Son dying
death did not destroy the fire
Strong is the Soul of a pure man
And in the trial of Life
there few that can stand
In the confusion and lies
only Truth gives Life
.
where the crow flies
In to the blue
the little birds flew
Black and strong
like a weed grown tall and long
Eating what ever the tourists have thrown
On a power poll or the ground
Sharp eyes and a cackling sound
Like a wraith chasing another poor soul
the little birds who to console ?
Is there death that it portends ?
Is there the parting of long time friends ?
Is there the Lovers ' betrayal ?
Is there the end of all and may al' ?
The sun shines on the good and the bad
the happy and the sad
The black and the brown
the smile and the frown
the jokers and the clowns
The king without a crown
for wreaths of thorns bled Him
Like a Father to a Son dying
death did not destroy the fire
Strong is the Soul of a pure man
And in the trial of Life
there few that can stand
In the confusion and lies
only Truth gives Life
.
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