Look,two birds,flying young
Fly,throughout a space of lies
A beauty of a black raven
And a simple dove of gray
Together,oh how young sparks work
Wait,but the black's in compromise?
Oh no,and the dove looks so drowned
Drowned in felicity, happy of false tounges
Must be a misunderstanding of sorts
For look at the sincerity in the dove's eyes
And,wait, no,not on the eyes of black
Someone, let me be wrong in thi......
And now,a severed wing glides silently to the ground
Oh the dove would've kissed life goodbye
Sad little dove,betrayed in a field of openness
But a different, sad little raven swooped and saved her
The dove didn't hit,for the raven would be her always
And different this raven was,different from all
With red eyes of endless pain
White, soft feathers of uncared for love
A raven of real, a rare of white, has the king heard her pleas?
And now the white supports the dove,he's all hers
All his little strength, may the dove take it all
He walks with her,for the doves wing is no more
Oh,that,real love it must be,must it not?
Meant to fly?that remains the question
And from what I see,the black wont leave without a say
Broken,all of the white's attempts
For the dove of gray loves him
But the doves obsession with the black,
A vice,too much,the dove had no choice
And now the dove and raven of black walk again
And the white raven ,patiently he waits
Waits for the moment the black will sever the other
Inevitably, to catch the maybe-someday-change-of-mind dove of gray
Almost did destiny win,almost but not
For black,in this world,will cover up white
Darkness will reign forever,that truth may be told
Countless ravens of black fly,their shadows blind my tiered eyed daily
And for the many,only few of white soar the sky
Skies of lies,oh sad little lonely world
When will light shine through dark like it was meant to be
