People dressed in black
All crowding into a tiny crack
Speech is muffled, cannot make it out
Straining to hear the words that may come out

Sobbing and sniffles filling the air
Most of them look at the floor and stare
Movements are deliberate and slow
Flying overhead I see a crow

The air is perfumed with fresh lily scents
My eyes seem hazy so I rely on my sixth sense
I feel anger and sadness
Even feelings of gladness

"What the hells going on?" I yell out
But no one seems to hear my shout
I clear my throat to yell out again
Nothing comes out but my throat seems strained

I start to tremble inside with fear
My confusion and panic make it harder to hear
I cannot speak out, I cannot hear
What the hell is happening here?

I push my way through the wave of black
Just trying to see, are you all on crack?
There it was before my blurred vision
A shiny black coffin, with me inside.........

Suddenly I take flight
My wings as black as night
Flying over the funeral, I am done
I am the crow and freedom has finally come