The morning sounded cruel before the crow.
O, how I wished it could have been the dove!
You left me without any place to go.
He flapped his glossy feathers to and fro,
He squawked and cried from branches up above.
The morning sounded cruel before the crow.
I stood and shivered ankle-deep in snow.
My glove fits me, you fit me like a glove.
You left me without any place to go.
You thought our love died out so long ago,
And now it’s only us, it’s push and shove.
The morning sounded cruel before the crow.
I believed our love would only grow;
A love that you were so neglectful of.
You left me without any place to go.
You never said you didn’t love me though;
You told me you had yet to feel our love.
The morning sounded cruel before the crow,
And you left me without any place to go.
(2005-feeling very impressed with my 8th grade self)