Crows

I knew this was coming
Could smell the storm on the air
Shadows only grow darker
They’re drowning out the glare
It’s too early for dusk
Ashes black out the sky
It’s too early for dusk
We took only what we could carry
But our hands were too tired and old
For the things you hold on to
When you’re left out in the cold
With both eyes over our shoulders
In darkness and silence we ran
Held tight 'til the meat fell
From the bones of our rotting hands
At the end of it all
Stand undivided, with black hearts united
At the end of it all
We can never go home, until we turn every stone
At the end of it all
A fate undecided, when black hearts are guided
At the end of it all
We falter, we fail, still with wind in our sails
I will extract my pound of flesh
As long as it’s mine for the taking
We found our morals subjective
We all got dirt under our nails
It’s a hard thing to avoid
When crawling through the mud and hail