3 Black Crows

3 black crows were sitting on a fence

Watching the world pass them by

Laughing at humanity and its pretense

Wondering where next to fly...



*And they cackled in joy and dove through the air

Like the winds of a hurricaine

And they spread their wings as if to declare

"Onward , let freedom ring!"



3 black crows are sitting in a tree

Looking down on mankind

Loving how it feels to be so free

Leaving us far behind...