A dark heart, rest within stone walls,
A tortured soul, gets chained to the ground,
A flying crow, gets shot to the ground,
Why do I fee so much sorrow?

These bloody tears fall from my eyes,
My heart feels like it’s torn apart,
My hands can’t feel the things I touch,
This black crow forces me here.

A black crow came to me last night,
Showed me memories that we’ve long forgotten,
Gave me sight, to see old flaws,
These Black Crows memories torture’s my sight,
As I sit and watch, I begin to notice,
These troubles that destroy us now, were around back then,
When will we see a way to fix these sin’s.

My soul cries out for a savior,
My ears hear only the cries of others,
My nose smells the burning flesh,
My feet ache from holding the weight of the world.

My knees buckle under the pressure of out sins,
My legs feel weak and wobbly from my walking,
This crow digs its claws into my brain,
Forcing the memories into my mind.

As this black crow left,
I wept tears of blood,
I heard these cries from above,
Am I down in hell right now,
Or is heaven crying out to me,
I try to follow the black crow,
But loose it at these golden gates,
Am I stranded with these memories,
Or will I save this world?

Do I want to become our savior,
Do I want to save our world,
Do I really care for the rest of you,
Tell me why I should save your souls?

A black crow came to me last night,
He spoke to me in my dreams,
He told me of days long ago,
Speaking of old memories,
Tell me of wars we fought,
And faults we believed,
As I listened, I realized,
These mistakes we made, we still make,
The times have changed,
The means are different,
But the mistakes remain,
The church lies, much like our government,
The people revolt, and death comes to the innocent,
When will we fix these problems of old,
Will we ever end them, or will they end us?

©Jonathon William Dell
Black Hearted Poet